#maximum inspo right there

[sweet-star-cookie]

I GOT TO SEE IT!!!!! THE ECLIPSE!!!! :'DDDD

IT MADE FUNKY SHADOWS ON THE GROUND!!!!

[2018-01-20]

hiii i heard you wanted some requests 👀 and I'm super glad you're back !! I missed you a lot lot <3

My head has been so full of post-dinner date Gojo ideas. The domesticity of getting unready with him and cuddling in bed right afterward. It's just so simple but so cute. oh oh and doing nighttime skincare with him :( having him sit down and rubbing in the different creams into his skin and the way he would lead into your hands. ahhh he has me so weak (_ _)

Feel free to use any of these ideas to write or take inspo from if you want! Gojo is such a cutie :3

Anyways, have a lovely day, and remember to take care of yourself!!

pairing. gojo satoru × gn!reader

content. bunch of fluff + comfort, reader has smaller hands than gojo (in case that bothers anyone!!) & sits on his lap, sappy reader + gojo!! read slowly for maximum enjoyment <3

sticky-note. nonnie u are so goated for this idea, i think this might be my fav gojo fic so far 😭 I MISSED U MORE!! hope u have a wonderful day and thank u for sending this in 🫶

satoru thinks your hands are pretty.

they’re smaller than his—of course they are. he can’t think of a single person who has bigger hands than him. he enjoys it, though. your touch is stimulating in a way; fingertips completely gentle as you rub the latest lotion that you bought onto his face.

“can’t keep your hands off of me, huh?” he leans back and grins, but you can’t even be annoyed by his teasing. there's a shine in his eyes that you haven’t seen a very long time—and you are more than happy to see it now.

“mhm,” you hum, softly kneading his cheeks like you would with a baby. his blindfold is off and his demeanor seems so relaxed, his face basking into your soothing touch. it’s hard to hold back your own smile. “you just have that type of charming effect, y’know?”

“you’re being awfully nice today,” he remarks suspiciously, peeking an eye open to look closely at you. you pinch his cheek in return. “what’s the occasion baby?”

you roll your eyes, pulling back your hand for a moment to scoop up a bit more lotion. you swipe it lightly onto his forehead. “what? i can’t give you attention? can’t i spoil my boyfriend for once?”

the tips of his ears redden at your words, making you giggle at the rare but pleasant sight. “....i mean, you can, but—”

“shh,” you shush him. he closes his mouth instantly. “no more talking! this is the most important part because i have to smooth out all the wrinkles in your forehead.”

he lets out a big gasp, being playfully offended—narrowing his eyes with an indignant look. the smile you didn't even know you were sporting grows wider at how cute he is. you wouldn't say it that out loud though, of course.

it is so beautifully quiet and peaceful. you can’t think of the last time you spent time with satoru like this: seated on the living room floor of his apartment as you slap your whole skincare routine onto his face. his back is against the couch with his legs sprawled out, but not too sprawled out so you are more than comfortable on his lap. it’s nighttime so the curtains are draped over the window, but you love the warm, dim lighting of his living room. gojo satoru is gorgeous, but is especially pretty in this lighting; with his head comfortably tilted back and eyes closed, but not forcefully or harshly shut as if he’s in pain.

for the longest time, you've been used to seeing satoru in pain. not in a physical way—but in an emotional and mental way that tugs at your heart strings just seeing him in that state. you know the burden that comes with being the strongest: there will always be a significant power divide between you and the people you love, which will never not be difficult for the other party to ignore. it also doesn’t help that he is so happy-go-lucky all the time, despite the jujutsu sorcerer duties that keeps piling rocks onto his shoulders.

but now in this moment, he is all yours. he isn’t the strongest, nor is he Gojo Satoru. he is just yours—just the lover boy who melts into your open arms whenever given the chance. just a boy who had to give up being a boy so he could be a man for others to look up to him. just someone you would want to depend on you, the same way you lovingly depend on him.

“i love you,” you suddenly whisper, in the midst of just simply applying lotion onto his skin. your slow, comforting movements make him want to fall asleep, but your words make him wide awake.

“out of the blue?” his head shoots up, eyes wide and visible despite being behind his messy bangs. he sits up and stares at you, the same glimmer back in his eyes. “i mean, i’m not complaining—”

you interrupt with a huff, “i say it everyday, jerk.” you place your hands on his chest to wipe away any of the lotion moisture left on your palms. he doesn’t bat a single eye. “what do you mean ‘out of the blue’?”

“i know, but...”

your jaw drops a bit. you actually cannot believe your eyes as satoru tilts his head a bit to the side, shyly averting his eyes as you see a tint of scarlet on his cheeks. “it just feels so intimate right now, so...”

good lord. you want to baby him so bad. you want to shrink him and keep him in your pocket and always protect him wherever you go.

“you’re too cute for my well-being,” you breathe, going back on your earlier words. “you know i always mean it when i say i love you, ‘toru.”

“stop,” he whines. he raises an arm to cover his face, eyes still unable to look at yours. “don’t compliment me. i don’t think i’ll be able to handle it right now.”

you can’t help but laugh, squeaking in surprise when satoru pokes at your sides with a little pout. you want to tease him, you think. you might as well with a smile permanently on your face now.

these are the type of moments you crave: moments when satoru tears down his walls and lets himself act like he’s a little boy all over again in front of you. it’s not like he necessarily had walls up with you in the first place, but being a jujutsu sorcerer has always meant protecting and guarding yourself at all times no matter the cost.

but now, you have him. and he has you in his arms, the one that sneak around your waist and warmly wrap around you to keep you close to his chest. it's cuddly but protective, both of your laughs drowning out any other background sounds.

and you are more than willing to protect him yourself.

[austinbutlerslovers]

That Hollywood Authentic Feeling

Mature 18+

With 110 votes for sex position it was almost a 3 way split! Missionary won with 38.2% 🥇 Doggy 30.9% Girl on top 30.9% Thank you for each and every vote to write for maximum entertainment.

Summary

Austin Butler looked * SO HOT * for his Hollywood Authentic documentary that I had to write a smut were he calls as hes driving straight home to you from Anaheim missing that you couldn’t come and feeling so nostalgic and happy with how his life turned out (especially with you) he lightly edges you on the phone before satisfying you completely in the bedroom.

*Established relationship living together

Edging over the phone • oral sex while dressed (male)• dirty talk• foreplay•nipple play•teasing• size kink • passionate missionary •simultaneous orgasm • cream pie •aftercare

Inspo: him smelling like leather in that jacket with his fresh whipped california hair from the drive in that 1976 Alfa Romeo Spider looking like he’s begging to be milked 🤌🏼

(Spelling errors, grammatical mistakes repeat words etc but it’s hot)

That Hollywood Authentic Feeling

It had been hours since Austin left in the morning with his photographer friend Greg to finish filming his Hollywood Authentic Magazine Documentary. He kissed you on the forehead and stroked your hair to say goodbye as you slept, looking at you so peaceful he wished he could climb back into bed and sleep in with you. He got dressed quietly instead and left as soon as Greg pulled into driveway letting Austin take the wheel as they sped off together mid morning in a 1976 Alfa Romeo spider to Anaheim.

Over the next few hours he sent you a few cute texts and pictures but ultimately you went on about your day. You returned from running errands all morning feeling famished. It was only mid afternoon but you raided the fridge making a chicken wrap with a side of strawberry’s. You had just finished eating when your phone lit up with Austin’s face you were ecstatic as you clicked answer

-“Hi baby!” you say smiling holding the phone to your cheek with your shoulder as you rinse your dish.

-“Hi baby it was so crazy today! I can’t wait until I get home to tell you all about it, I mean I had an In&Out burger how nostalgic is that!” He exclaims.

-“Oh my gosh you went completely down memory lane didn’t you ” you muse loving the sound of his happy voice

-“Yea seeing my old house… it was surreal remembering all the little details of how I grew up” you hear him start the spider vintage car.

-“I’m amazed you did this,how do you feel?” You ask drying your clean dish.

-“ I feel elated actually, looking back put a lot of things into perspective for me” he says confidently.

You just want to hug him he sounds so full of enthusiasm.

-“Are you leaving Anaheim now?” You ask walking across the kitchen to put your dry dish away in the cabinet.

-“Yea I’m just leaving now, we finished everything. I got in the car to call you right away …I missed you so much out here today… I wish you could’ve come….” He trails off checking his phone screen.

“The navigation says I’ll be there in about 35 minutes. I’m coming back in the spider!” he says excitedly.

-“Wow do you like it?” you ask enthusiastically

-“Yea it grew on me, Greg’s going to let me borrow it , maybe I take you on a date in it later tonight, would you like that? ”

-“I’d really like that Austin” you say with a smile.

-“You sound cute..where are you? are you home now?” He asks full of curiosity.

-“Yes I’m in the kitchen I just finished a late lunch I would make you a plate but In & Out Burger sounds *sooo* much better ” you tease him and hear him laugh.

- “Yea I ate the entire thing … what else have you been up to today while I was out here ?” You hear the longing peaking in his voice.

You can tell he misses you so much, your day was so boring and routine without him so you decide to switch it up.

-“Mmmm I’m talking to this really hot guy who is on his way to come see me right …now…” you trail off and bite your lip awaiting his response to your playfulness.

He pauses mulling over your words.

-“What’s he look like ?” He asks going along with your little game.

-“Hes really handsome about 6ft tall, blonde hair, blue eyes…strong build… great personality ..and his smile …” you get lost in thought the more you realize how hot he is in real life.

-“He sounds attractive” Austin teases.

-“Yea he really is…” you say dreamily.

-“What do you plan to do with him when he gets there?” His tone dropping a little.

-“Well he sounds really excited about his big day I'm thinking we talk about it and go on a nice dinner date at one of his favorite places” you say hoping you got it right.

He goes silent before speaking back up

-“ What if he wants to surprise you with something else first.. ”

You smile biting your lower lip again “Like what? “ you ask curiosly hanging on every word.

-“It wouldn’t be a surprise if it old you” he says coyly playing with you now.

You roll your eyes “Austin stop teasing what is it?”

-“What are you wearing? “ he switches topics so quickly.

You lean over the counter getting intrigued

-“A top and a leggings why?” you ask looking down at your out fit.

-“ I want you to go to our bedroom… and I want you to take it all off for me…”

Your eyes grow wide as he continues his voice deeper and full of arousal

-“I want you laying on the bed naked with your legs spread open for me when I come home. I get so hard thinking about you like this..…it’ll be about 20 minutes until I’m there. I’m getting on the freeway now ”

You stand up quickly from the counter processing his words “okay Austin” you say in agreement.

“I love you” he says with a sexy baritone that makes your thighs squeeze together

“ love you too” you respond back stunned and excited at the same time

*The call ends *

The house is eerily quiet now. With a little time before he arrives you quickly head to the master bathroom and shower off . The warm water cascades over your entire body as your thoughts drift to him the way he always sounds so sexy especially when he wants you.

You are still thinking of his words as you dry your hair and wrap the towel around your body. “ I want you laying on the bed naked with your legs spread open for me when I come home ” you shudder and smile as you enter the walk in closet, so distracted you almost put on a lingerie set.

You hang your towel on the door hook and slowly walk into the bedroom completely bare. The large windows are shining the afternoon light into the all white room as the swimming pool glimmers in the courtyard in the center of the property. High fences and hedges ensure your privacy as you crawl up the giant all white king size bed naked and rest your head back on the pillows.

You take two fingers and teasingly drag them up and down your folds dipping them into your pussy getting excited by your own touch until your fingers are wet with arousal thinking about him.

You stop completely as you hear the distinct sound of the vintage engine pulling up the street making you sit up in bed . You hear the car buzz through the security gate and park. Your heart races as the front door slams and the distinct walk of heavy boots scuffing the wood floors approach the bedroom

The knob turns and the door flings open. Austin walks in with intent staring you up and down delighted you are just how he wants you a smile playing across his face with lust in his eyes. He’s wearing his black leather jacket white tee blue jeans and black cowboy boots.

You stand up as he approaches and grabs you into a firm hug against him. You’re completely naked in his fully clothed arms. His lips ignite passionately on yours as he begins overlapping his kisses with longing for you.

He holds the back of your head pressing your mouth deeper onto his making the kiss so impactful you feel like you’re spinning .

His leather jacket crunches as he hugs you releasing such a sweet smell. His kissing becomes less focused as he’s working his lips against yours prodding his tongue into your mouth . Sparks of arousal catch making you wetter as you feel his growing erection pressing hard against your thigh. His facial hair begins to lightly scratch against your soft face as he presses one kiss over the next, it feels like heaven.

He finally breaks his lips from yours “I missed you baby” he says breathlessly staring deeply into your eyes, his right hand is around the base of your neck his thumb pressing your hair back over your ear “I missed you too ” you say as your eyes wander his beautiful face, his plump shiny red lips from kissing yours , his sandy blonde hair wild from the wind in the sports car.

He looks down setting all his attention on your beautiful naked body and suddenly pushes you back onto the bed you fall and bounce resting back on your arms as you sit staring up at him up with a playful smile.

You look from his face down to his crotch directly at your eye level and notice he’s so riled up there’s already a hard bulge pressing against his jeans. He unbuttons his pants quickly in front of you while you admire him. He looks so hot in his outfit his black boxers peeking out as he unzips his fly. You speak before you can even think “Austin I love it when you wear leather and cowboy boots” you say softly staring back up at him seductively letting him know you’re already wet for him.

“Yea?” He’s says it so sexy and cocky while staring down at you it makes your core jump

“I’ll keep this on while you suck me off” His words hit you so hard you bring your hands to the fly of his jeans and take over for him, reaching your hand in his black boxers and pulling out his large erect cock. You gasp staring at his veiny girth and the tip already red leaking with precum begging to be sucked.

Without hesitation you close your eyes and guide your mouth down his cock as he watches his shaft 3/4 disappear in your mouth and you suck him. He groans in pleasure at your display of eagerness to satisfy him.

The taste of his precum at the back of your throat has you pinning between your legs. He’s so incredibly sexy panting and groaning above as you work your mouth back and forth on his length your saliva completely coating his cock. He steadies himself and begins gently thrusting into your mouth. He throws his head back and closes his eyes enjoying how you please him, placing his hand to hold the back of your head delivering the perfect blow job on him. He grunts in ecstasy growing harder from the feel of his cock being sucked in and out of your wet mouth.

“*Fuck* baby I missed you so much” he blurts out losing some control of himself needing more of you. He looks down at you as he slides his wet cock out of your mouth. “I need you on the bed with your legs spread for me” he orders his voice deep and tense from arousal.

You do as he says and crawl up the bed swaying your hips side to side for him to view. As you peek over your shoulder you see his eyes zoned in on your swaying hips as he’s discarding layers of his clothing as quickly as he possible onto the floor until he's completely naked. He looks like a Greek god covered in muscles with his large erect cock out.

As soon as you flip over and lay on your back you spread your legs open beckoning him to come. He gets on all fours his shoulders and cock swinging as he slowly crawls up the bed to you staring at you like you are his prey.

He grabs your left ankle first and lifts it to his mouth pressing his soft lips against it. He kisses higher up your calf to your knee. When his lips continue up and make contact with your inner thighs, the arousal finally takes over and you arch your back from the bed as your fingers squeeze the fabric of the duvet covers beneath you.

He places his hands on your thighs spreading them wider as he settled himself between your legs. His grip on your waist is delicate as he clasps it and kisses up your stomach not touching between your legs where you need him the most.

Your legs wrap around his waist begging him to come into you.

He moans against your naval at your show of neediness for his cock and slides his tongue out with his mouth on your stomach enjoying teasing you and the taste of kissing your sensitive skin there.

He looks up at you with a cocky smile knowing he’s going to completely satisfy you and climbs higher pressing his soft mouth between your breasts , cupping the right one in his hand and opening his lips around it drawing tight circles on your nipple with his tongue

“Austin yes” you say spontaneously, your breaths rising and falling so quickly, your body moving in anticipation beneath his. He moves his mouth to your left breast cupping his mouth over it with his warm tongue sliding out licking over your nipple there too.

“Austin fuck me” You exhale on accident , letting your head fall back into the pillows so aroused your hips are raising and touching your pelvis against his hard cock.

He pulls his face back and climbs higher resting his hands at the sides of your head you feel the firmness of his chest slide against your breasts as he settles on top of you.

“Yes I ’m gonna fuck you princess ” he says letting out a breath as he leans down and kisses your mouth

You feel his dick rubbing against your hip and lose composure desperately kissing him back. “Austin please“ you gasp out not even sure why you’re begging him for what he’s already going to give you.

His face moves over to your neck and he open mouth kisses it, licking his wet warm tongue over your skin. You shiver as he inhales your scent in his favorite place against your jaw making him moan slightly before he begins sucking your skin into his mouth.

You’re a panting mess underneath him, fingers latched around the nape of his neck drawing him closer wanting him to be inside of you.

Your hips slowly begin winding under him your core needing to be filled completely to stop the ache that’s forming. He shifts his hips and rests his dick against your soaked folds.

His mouth lifts immediately from your neck in surprise when he feels the coating on his cock of how wet you are from him teasing you. He brings his face back down and begins kissing your lips so passionately you can’t think straight.

“Austin I need you please..” you beg breaking the kiss again wanting him so badly you can’t wait . You slide one of your hands down to grip his strong lower back pulling him firmer against your wetness earning an illicit moan out of him covering his length in more of your slick.

“Baby I need you too” he says panting now too aroused as he elevates his hips up holding his weight as his fingers grab around the base of his cock. He lowers his hips back down until the warmth of his tip presses your entrance. You gasp into his mouth as he begins kissing you again while slowly plunging his cock inside of you

You find yourself moaning in to his mouth gripping his lower back harder as he pushes his thick cock all the way inside bottoming out in you. A deep moan escape his throat as he sways his hips into you and slips his tongue farther into your mouth. Your nails scratch onto his lower back as the sounds of your hips clapping together grows louder.

Hes so hard now it’s stretching you out as he presses into your cervix , you squeeze your walls around him the sensation making you feel like you will come undone at any minute.

He kisses and nips your lower lip making you gasp as he prods his cock harder in and out of you. He’s looking down at you his eyes dark with lust as he rides into you jolting your body with each thrust . The feeling he’s delivering between your legs making you delirious with pleasure

“Baby… so close… I’m gonna cum” you manage to breathlessly say.

“I know baby” he says his voice deep full of lust for you, his hips snapping into yours now each thrust sending you closer to climax.

Your moans elevate your hands release his back and grab his face, kissing onto his mouth and moaning in pleasure against his lips when he hits deep inside of you over and over again. You’re so wet for him now he slides in and out of you with ease.

He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he claps his hips into yours, watching you intently not wanting to miss how much pleasure he’s giving you as your about to cum for him.

Your eyes are closed brows knitted, mouth open in pure ecstasty. He brings his hand down to wrap around the back of your neck tilting your face to his as he works into you harder. You feel his fingers tighten on the nape of your neck as his cock twitches he’s on the verge of his climax too and he wants to look into your eyes as he makes you both cum.

“Baby look at me” his voice deep and rich with passion as he thrusts into you.

You open your eyes seeing him staring right back into yours the affection he’s communicating overwhelms you completely as you moan his name loudly fluttering on his cock tightly squeezing your walls around him as you orgasm for him and cum saying his name louder and louder like a prayer.

He feels your warmth around his cock as the wet slapping sounds in your pussy increase sending him over the edge “oh fuck baby” he groans “I’m gonna cum!” His hips clap violently against yours until he pushes his cock fully inside and tenses his abs thrusting extremely hard as he releases hot ropes of his cum inside of you. “FUCK…..YOU … FEEL …SO …FUCKING… GOOD! ” he yells deafening you with a thrust on each word as he closes his eyes tightly enjoying the feeling of his cock emptying inside of you.

“Mmmm baby” he exclaims, voice dripping in arousal as he comes down from his high. You made him feel so good his head is spinning . He opens his blue eyes and focuses on your pretty face. He smiles at you breathing heavily his heart beating wildly against your chest.

“How do you make me cum like that it feels too good” He admits bringing his hand to caress your face “ I crave you when I can’t have you” he says staring into your eyes

“You always make me cum first Austin my body gives into yours ” you say soothingly staring back at him eyes full of love feeling completely satisfied.

He plants kisses on your lips and slowly pulls out of you his length still hard as he lays next to you and squeezes you to him. You grab ahold of his hand and lay your head on his chest listening to his heart beat. He enjoys the moment with you the sun is setting the pool lights come on making a neon blue glow flood through the floor to ceiling windows of the bedroom. He stokes your hair as the sound of crickets begin to chirp. His stomach growls and you lift your head up

“Baby are you hungry?” you ask sweetly. He rolls his eyes “always” he admits. “I’ll go wash up and we’ll go on our date!” you say excitedly. You happily get out of bed and quickly run to the shower “let me shower with you” he says chasing and catching up as you turn the shower on and get inside with him. He hugs you from the back around your chest and takes you under the water.

You feel so safe and happy with him hugging you close your heart could burst. He grabs the looofah infront of you and pumps soap in it lathering your back under your arms across your breasts, it feels so good the soap puffing across your body you turn around in his arms and grab his loofah pumping soap on it and doing the same. You working as a team washing each other off completely, taking turns to kneel down and wash each others legs.

You stand up together and hug as the water washes over you both. He looks down at you tenderly. “I love you” his deep voice reverberates the shower walls. You tip toe up wrapping your wet arms tighter around his neck “I love you too” you say and kiss his lips, you feel him smile against yours.

He holds your waist and turns to shut the shower off by the handle. You step out together the evening chill hitting you. He slaps your ass loving the wet sound of your skin. “Do you want to eat or have sex? “ you chide him “ fuck I want both” he says grabbing at your ass making you run to the walk in closet laughing as you try to gain some space from him overpowering you.

He’s not paying attention to getting ready at all he’s still just ogling your body as you unhook a towel for him and put it over his head covering his prying eyes and drying his hair. He takes the towel and continues drying off as you grab a second towel and do the same for yourself. You slink through the hangers on your side of the closet searching outfits picking out a form fitting black knee length dress with straps. You peer over at Austin picking a black v neck and black jeans coincidentally matching yours. You both get dressed and Austin disappears into the bedroom as you put on a cropped black leather jacket and zip up your boots . You emerge from the bathroom to find Austin sitting on the edge of the bed putting his cowboy boots back on and collecting his jacket from the floor pulling it over his shoulders.

As he stands up from the bed you’re the one now ogling and not paying attention anymore he looks so dark and mysterious you are swooning. “Do you want to eat or…?” he says cockily with a smile. “Let’s go eat before I change my mind” you say taking his hand. He clicks off lights as you head to the front door.

He opens it and you step out into the night air the spider is lit up in the driveway looking a bit menacing so small and fast it looks dangerous and you shudder.

“Baby what is it, do you want me to get you a different coat?” He asks politely as he enters the front door lock code. “No no “ you say with a weak smile. “It’s just we’re going out in ‘that’ and it looks so …intense” you say hesitating. “Cmere” he says taking your hand and guiding your around the car to your side. He pops the door open for you and guides you to sit in, you click on your seatbelt.

He then goes to the drivers side and hops in clicking his seat belt on and fishing the keys out of his pocket. “Listen to this” he says staring ahead over the dashboard as he puts the key in the ignition starting the car with a loud “ vvvrrrrrrnnn” before letting it idle and get warmed up.

The rumbling and vibrations of the engine are loud. He’s already smiling at you when you look up to him after checking out all the knobs and features on the car. He pulls your hand over to his side and kisses it “Knowing I’m driving you, do you feel safer?” He asks. Your eyes grow big and full of affection “ yes Austin I do feel safer” you admit no longer feeling the hesitation. “Okay let’s go to dinner so I can tell you some of my childhood stories you’ve been wanting to hear about” he says excitedly. You realize it completely slipped your mind he had such a big day and you smile, you really want to hear all about them .

He clicks the gate open and reverses out of the driveway the car handles so sharply and he works it so expertly. You feel a little knot in your stomach knowing he’s going to drive fast. As he straightens out you are aimed directly down the perfectly long stretch of road out of your neighborhood in the Los Angeles hills. “Are you ready?” He says excitedly clapping his hand down squeezing your thigh “Yea!“ you answer your voice a high shriek you are so scared yet excited.

He clicks gears, shifts the petals and zooms you both down the straightaway. You scream excitedly and quickly cover your mouth your hair whipping around into the night air the hem of your dress flapping up revealing your panties. You tug down the hem of your dress as tears brim in your eyes and your heart flutters the acceleration totally scaring now its way too fast for you. He slows down to a full stop at the end of the road idling the engine again before he turns down the hill.

His eyes are dancing a big grin on his face as he looks at you he loves the thrill of this excitement . You finally let out a nervous breath knowing it’s over for a moment, you wipe the tears from your eyes and run your hands over your hair setting it back in place. “ Did you like it” he asks with a mischievous look in his eye “Austin I ….” you are speechless still feeling a bit scared yet excited bit unsure what to say.

He reaches over quickly slipping his hand between your legs and rubbing his fingers in tight circles against your panties. Your legs are shaking, your heart is pounding and you are wet as his fingers slip against your soaked through panties making you gasp as your face flushes. You close your eyes giving into his touch, panting softly and surprised to already be this aroused. His face darkens with lust “…. so you liked it” he says already eyeing you, planning to fuck you in the car after dinner.

~*End*~

[haveatthee83]

Under My Skin (Monkey D. Luffy/Reader) 4/7

Inspo: Under My Skin by Jukebox the Ghost

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

Word Count: ~7.5k

Warnings: Fluff, cursing, emetophobia (brief mentions, no graphic descriptions), discussion of death and dead relatives, very brief descriptions of violence.

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

You stirred in your bed, blinking away the sleep in your eyes, “Come in!” you mumbled. The door creaked open as you sat up, light streaming into the room. You rubbed at your eyes, “Who is it?”

The light flicked on, “It’s me,” Luffy muttered as he shuffled into the room, taking a seat at the foot of your bed. Your heartrate picked up and you felt your breath go ragged, but you tried to appear calm, but you were unable to stop wringing your hands. “I’ve got a couple things to talk to you about.”

You swallowed dryly, trying to fix your hair a bit to distract yourself, “We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” you tried for a laugh, but neither of you could find it in yourselves to huff out any laughter. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Luffy assured, thinking you were talking about the bad joke.

You shook your head, “No, really. I’m sorry for stepping out of line, I’m sorry for being insubordinate, and I’m sorry that I misrepresented you. It wasn’t okay.” You went on, giving Luffy no time to cut in, “I just-I’ve always been in a place where it’s them or me. It starts to feel normal after a while. Like it’s not…horrible and weird that you’re running for your life and trying to take people out before they can get to you, but it’s not. Obviously, it’s not. It’s fucked up and I’m kinda fucked up and…I’m so sorry.” You rambled out, keeping your eyes on your hands in your lap.

Luffy sighed, fiddling with his hat’s chin string, “I understand. And you’re right, it wasn’t okay,” he started, noting how you tensed, “and it’s not going to magically be alright, but I’m gonna give you another chance. You can stay.”

You sat up straight, eyes wide, “Really? You mean it?”

“You can stay, but-” he said, holding up a finger, “you have to prove to me that I’ve made the right choice every day. Don’t make me regret keeping you around.”

You felt overwhelmed again, this time with happiness and hope, pure optimism seeping into your brain, “Thank you!” you exclaimed, and without even thinking, you threw your arms around Luffy’s shoulders, taking him into a tight hug.

Luffy’s heart skipped a beat, and he found himself holding his breath, frozen in your arms. The hug couldn’t have lasted long, ten seconds maximum, but to him, it felt like hours wrapped in your warm embrace. ‘She’s warm like Ace.’

Quickly, you realized what you’d done and pulled back, sitting back onto the mattress with a bounce, both of your faces warm, “Sorry! I just got excited and I-“

“It’s okay.”

You smiled a little, fiddling with your fingers again, “So, um-you-you said you had more to talk about?” you asked, clearing your throat.

Luffy did the same, reaching into his pocket, “Robin found this in your house, it was under one of the top bunks.” He said, holding the envelope out to you, “It’s from Ace.”

Your eyes went wide, and you quickly snatched the envelope out of Luffy’s hands, turning it over in awe and confusion, “How did I never see this?” you muttered. “Oh, it’s for you! Wait, why are you showing me this?”

Luffy shrugged, “It was in your house,” he hesitated but said, “And Ace was your friend.”

You gave your captain a sad smile, opening the envelope and beginning to read the letter. Luffy watched your smile grow as you read on, turning to a little laugh, he was sure at the part about your brother, a bit of a flush coming to your face when you got to the part about you, your eyes flitting up to Luffy’s. You finished reading and sighed, “That’s some of the dumbest shit I’ve ever heard.” You insisted, “He kept such a massive secret from you because my brother thought we’d fuck?” you asked incredulously.

Luffy shrugged and nodded with a laugh and a blush, “I guess so. It is pretty stupid, but…Ace always was a loyal friend.” You shook your head with a smile, “If you want to see something real weird, look back in the envelope.”

You quirked a brow but reached in, grabbing out the photo of you, your whole face dropping in shock, “Why the fuck does he have that fucking picture?” you stammered, “That fucker took pictures all day that day and I didn’t know why until he got this one. He was trying to get a picture for you! I thought I burned this thing! Portgas you fuckin perv.” You pinched at your brow.

Luffy chuckled a little, “He really wanted us to date, huh?”

“I told you; he had our whole lives planned out,” You giggled, “we’d meet, date for three years then get married while we sailed the whole Grand Line, and when you found the One Piece, we’d settle down a bit and have our three kids.”

“Ruby, River, and Rocky right?” Luffy chuckled.

You beamed, “You remembered!” you exclaimed, dissolving into giggles.

“Why did all of their names start with r’s?”

Your smile turned soft, “He said it was a little homage to Roger.”

Luffy beamed, “That’s nice.”

Outside the women’s quarters, Robin and Zoro listened into your conversation with soft smiles. “How long until they’re dating?” Robin whispered.

Zoro laughed silently, his shoulders shaking, “With that kid? Could be tomorrow, could be a decade.”

A little shy of a year went by rather unspectacularly as far as you two were concerned. You kept your nose clean and listened attentively, helping anyone who asked any time you could. Luffy still felt odd around you, but as time went on, it mellowed into more of a background thought. You both stayed in your own lanes, not crossing paths very often, and especially not for very long.

Of course, things change, and fate has a fun little sense of humor.

You all were stopped at a pirate friendly, populated autumn island with cobbled streets and taverns on every corner. You all returned to the ship after a night of celebrations, full of food and drink and laughter. You and Luffy both avoided alcohol that night as you had night watch, and he simply just wanted more room in his stomach to eat. This was unfortunately relevant. Something was wrong with the alcohol at the tavern you had gone to.

The whole crew was out of commission, laid in their beds with pounding headaches, nausea, and fevers. You, Luffy, and Chopper were running all around the ship taking people water, medicine, dry foods for their stomachs, and just generally trying to help tend to them all.

When things settled down a bit, Chopper decided to go back into the infirmary and take stock of things he had and needed since you had just had to raid the place for your whole crew. So, you and Luffy were left alone on the lawn deck, laying on your backs, staring up at the stars.

“How long do you think they’ll be like this?” you asked, craning your neck to look at the man next to you.

“Probably only a day or two.” He guessed, looking back at you for a moment.

A thought popped into your head, “Hey, do you know the date?”

Luffy chuckled, “You don’t?” you rolled your eyes and huffed, “It’s May fourth.”

You gasped and popped up into a sitting position and shuffled to be sitting right next to Luffy, his head next to your hip, “Your birthday’s tomorrow!” you exclaimed, “Oh no! Everyone’s sick!”

Luffy shrugged, putting his hands behind his head, “It’s okay. I just want them all to get better.”

You stubbornly shook your head, “Absolutely not, you deserve a good birthday!” you insisted, “You’re turning twenty! That’s a big deal!”

Luffy swallowed dryly, looking into your eyes, “I’m gonna be the same age as Ace.” He whispered, your heart wrenching. His eyes hazed a bit as he looked at you, “How did you deal with it?”

You pursed your lips and gathered your thoughts. When you found your words, you gently laid a hand on Luffy’s arm closest to you, “I didn’t at first, which wasn’t good. Then I went and I got my bounty raised over the million line by taking out that Admiral. Which also wasn’t good.”

Luffy huffed out a laugh through his nose, “You’re not very good at this.” He chided, nudging your hip with his elbow.

“Well, that was just at first,” you said, “That night, I was in my house, and I was going through my scrapbook. I was all sad and blubbering and I was really mad at everything,” you went on, subconsciously running your thumb up and down Luffy’s skin, “And then it hit me. I was looking at that picture of us I showed you. The one where we snuck into that Marine ball? And I remembered something.”

“What?”

“My brother wanted me to be happy. He’d be proud of me for making it longer than he did. He had literally been trying to make me laugh when he died. And here I was, crying and pissed off instead.” You explained, eyes glued to the stars, “He would have kicked my ass for spending my birthday upset. So,” you paused for a little laugh, making a small smile pull at Luffy’s lips, “I went and found my suit from the picture, I put on some insane makeup, did my hair, and I went out and club hopped until the sun came up.”

Luffy smiled a little wider at your admission, nudging your hip again so you’d look at him, “Your brother sounds cool.” He said simply, noting the soft glimmer your eyes took when you talked about him, “I can see why he and Ace were friends.”

A sly grin spread across your face, “Wanna hear an embarrassing story about ol’ Portgas?” you asked.

Luffy chuckled, “Of course.” He scoffed, sitting up next to you, only a breath of space between you, “I’m always down to hear about the stupid shit he did with you two.”

You chittered, “So, it was my brother’s seventeenth birthday, and Portgas was determined to find my brother a girlfriend.”

“Oh no,” Luffy huffed with a grin, taking one of his knees up and laying his cheek against it.

“Exactly.” You affirmed, “So, we were on some South Blue Island, and we were all going to go dancing, and Portgas kept like froofing up my brother, you know, spraying extra cologne, helping him gel his hair, telling him what to wear, it was insane.” You started, and Luffy found himself watching you tell the story as much as he was listening to it. “Well, we finally found a good-looking dance club and we were starting to get into it, right? We were having fun, my brother was a horrible dancer though, so it was pitiful trying to watch him. Next thing we know, Portgas has a dance partner! We were confused cause it was supposed to be like all three of us hanging out, but okay, man’s a flirt and lord knows he won’t stop for anything.”

Luffy hugged his knee and laughed a bit, “He ditched you guys?”

You snorted out a laugh, “Not exactly. All of a sudden, Portgas spins this pretty girl with practically no clothes on into my brother’s arms and naturally, he has no damned idea what he’s doing. I swear I thought he was gonna combust.” you started talking with your hands more, properly illustrating the story for him, “It was like he had steam coming out of his ears! He froze up and the girl was weirded out and left. Portgas was so confused he went up to my brother all like “How’d you mess that up dude? You just gotta try.” He was insistent that my brother could have pulled her if he wouldn’t have frozen up. One problem,” you cut yourself off with a laugh, unconsciously putting a hand on Luffy’s shoulder, “my brother hadn’t ever been around girls other than me and our crew ever. He didn’t know what to do!”

Luffy smiled and bumped your side, “Then what happened?”

“Portgas tried again! And again, over and over again all night! Half of the girls were sad cause they wanted to dance with him, not my brother, and the rest were just confused what they were supposed to do with this dude that was basically short circuiting. After a bit of that, Portgas got annoyed and insisted on helping my brother learn how to dance! Portgas is almost a half-foot taller than my brother and trying to teach him how to dance, trying to get my brother to lead. He got so frustrated, I remember him shouting over the music, “Fucking woo me, Cap! Damn!” but it was no use, my brother had two left feet and no user manual.” Luffy barked out a laugh at your poor imitation of Ace’s voice, “Eventually I got fed up just waiting around with those two, so I went and got some water, and I started talking to some nice girl at the bar. She was a little down and she wanted to try and meet someone but was having no luck. And me being the natural wing woman I am, I pointed out my brother and explained what was going on. She was his age and thought it was funny, so I encouraged her to approach him. Your brother,” you said, poking Luffy’s side, “thought she was flirting with him and was trying to shoo her away. Eventually she got fed up with his bs and just grabbed my brother’s wrist and walked away. Portgas was so confused, he found me, and I had to explain to him what was going on. And long story short, that’s how I got my brother his first girlfriend.”

“How long were they together?” he asked.

You squinted in thought, counting a bit on your fingers, “Two months. He broke up with her when she tried to get him to stop sailing and join the Marines.” You explained.

Luffy frowned, “Why would she try and make him give up on his dreams?”

“Some people think safety and normalcy is better than dreams and such.” You guessed, poking your hat back on your head a bit. “Some people don’t dream big at all; they just want to live as comfortably as they can until they die.”

“I’ve never understood that” Luffy stated, straightening his legs in front of him and crossing his arms, “It’s like people are afraid of what might happen if they actually succeed.”

“Some people are.” You muttered, “Some people are afraid of success even if they don’t know it. I think more people are afraid of success than failure.” Luffy quirked a brow and looked over at you, “We all know failure. We don’t all know success.” You said firmly, “And there’s nothing scarier than the unknown.” Luffy shrugged, “I like the unknown,” he said, “it makes me excited.”

You smiled and brightly said, “That’s why we’re pirates. But” you paused, “the fear of the unknown can still sneak up on us. Don’t count it out.”

Luffy wanted to protest, but quick flashes of when you two met went past his eyes, all the questions and confusion. “I guess so.”

You hummed a little, “What do you want to do for your birthday?” you asked.

“Probably eat some meat, help the crew, and sleep in.” Luffy sighed.

You frowned, “Uh-uh. I want proper birthday plans, sir.” Your captain just shrugged, “You better tell me, or I’ll do it myself and if it’s something you don’t like then it’s your fault.”

Luffy felt a grin pull at his lips without him meaning to, “I’m serious, I’ll be alright.”

“Bullshit.” You hissed, but you dropped it. With a sigh you admitted something, “I really don’t want to sleep in the girls’ room tonight.”

Luffy was puzzled, “Why?”

You rolled your eyes, “Do you particularly want to sleep with a bunch of people puking all night?” you asked sarcastically.

Luffy grimaced, “Maybe not.”

You sighed, lying flat on your back, “Where should we go?”

Wait. You wanted Luffy to go with you? The thought made Luffy’s brain fry for a moment. He stammered for a moment, and if you noticed, you didn’t acknowledge his struggle. Finally, he was able to spit out, “The aquarium has comfy booth things.”

You smiled at the thought and nodded, “Wanna have a sleepover in there?” you chided, pinching his leg. Luffy thought for a moment but nodded, “Great! Grab your blanket and stuff and meet me in there!”

Pillow and blanket in hand, Luffy stood in front of the door of the Aquarium Bar and took a deep breath. Luffy didn’t know how to categorize the pull of anxiety in his chest, he wasn’t afraid, and he wasn’t upset, after all you two had been on good terms for months. Even still, he found himself clutching his pillow a little too tight, his skin itching, and his hand shook every time he went to open the door.

Just when he was finally getting up the nerve to open the door, his fingertips brushing the handle, you swung the door open, running straight into Luffy without looking. You two flinched and scrambled, ending up with your arms around his shoulders and his around your middle, his stuff on the floor. You tilted your head up a little, making you realize how close you were when the brim of your hat hit Luffy’s nose, making him laugh. You both felt heat rush up into your faces and you found yourself thinking about how lovely Luffy’s eyes looked this close, him thinking the same about you.

“Wanna get to bed?” you muttered, slowly untangling from Luffy’s hold, bending to pick up his dropped bed supplies. Luffy nodded and flushed, watching you walk back into the room, his eyes unconsciously falling to your hips, “I was just about to go look for you, you know, see if you had gone and raided the fridge or something.” You called over your shoulder.

Luffy followed behind you, letting the door shut behind him. When he got around the mast in the middle of the room, he saw where you had set yourself up and where you were putting him. He put your pillows to where you’d be laying head-to-head. You carefully fluffed up the pillows and laid out Luffy’s blanket with care. When you were done, you smiled and plopped your hat onto the table in the middle of the room and slid into your bed spot, snuggling deep under your fluffy blanket.

The pirate captain looked you over in the blue glow of the aquarium, entranced by the way the waves of light rippled over your soft smile and serene expression. You looked up at him, confused, and it hit Luffy in that moment how the light caught in your irises sometimes made them look like fire. You were about to ask Luffy what he was doing when he quietly put his hat beside yours and flopped into the makeshift bed you had set up for him. You let out a shocked laugh as his dramatic flop made the booth bounce you up, flailing to catch yourself. Your hands finally found purchase on a positively cackling Luffy’s shirt. “You fucker!” You spat out, turning over onto your stomach you hovered over Luffy’s head, holding yourself up with one hand on his pillow and the other still on his shoulder. Luffy looked up at you with a cheeky grin, and he enjoyed the way your hair pooled downwards, the aquarium light making it look like a halo, “I could have fallen off!”

“But you didn’t.” he chuckled. Your face scrunched in annoyance, going to retort when he stopped you, “And if you did, I would catch you.” Luffy smiled and reached a finger up, poking the tip of your nose, and he relished in the embarrassment that flooded your features.

You rolled your eyes and smacked his hand away from your face. He tried to put it back, just to mess with you, but you huffed and grabbed him by the wrist and pinned it to his pillow, “Stop poking my face.” You giggled. Luffy could have gotten out of your hold if he wanted to, but he was shocked to find that he wanted no such thing. “Come on, Birthday Boy. You gotta get some sleep so you have energy for what I have planned for you, alright?”

Luffy raised an eyebrow, “What’re you talking about?”

You smiled wide, raising your hand off of his shoulder, gently poking the tip of his nose, “You’ll see.” You whispered before sliding back into your space and back under your covers. “Get some sleep.”

Luffy blinked up at the ceiling and furrowed his brow, “What’re you planning?” You simply stayed silent, unnerving him, “Should I be scared?” You gave no reply, and a shiver ran up Luffy’s spine.

The next morning, you woke up early, the sun barely cracking over the horizon. You were going to make your captain massive, delicious birthday meals all day, three of em. Maybe four if you had time for dessert past the cake you planned to bake.

You hurried right into the kitchen, getting to work. You whipped up eggs, pancakes, bacon, sausage, and potatoes, setting them up piping hot before coming to wake Luffy up, padding up to him, sound asleep on the cushioned seat of the aquarium.

You giggled quietly and stopped just short of where he laid, the sight of his hat giving you an idea! You quickly brought your fist to your lips and blew out a bit of yellow glass, quickly shaping it round and round in your hands, keeping it as perfectly circular as you could, forming a dome and the brim before forming one of your fingers into a red strip of glass, wrapping it around the base. You meticulously picked at and prodded every little corner and edge until you were satisfied. You had made a tiny glass version of his hat that could fit in the palm of his hand.

You let it cool and rushed to wake up Luffy, shaking him with your free hand, “Wake up, Birthday Boy! C’mon!” you exclaimed, only receiving a grumble and him turning over. You sighed and set your gift down next to his real hat before trying again. You shook his shoulder again, and he responded with a slow swat to get you to go away. “Uh-uh” you chided, “I woke up early as hell and made you food, you’re waking up!” Luffy roused a bit at the mention of food, but his eyelids were still heavy. A devious little idea popped into your head, “Luffy!” you sing songed. He blinked at you blankly. “If you don’t get up right now, I’m dunking you into the aquarium.”

Luffy laughed and tried to sit up, sleep still holding fast with its claws, and the next thing either of you know, he’s dosing off again. You sighed and shook your head, but ever a woman of your word, you quickly gathered the sleeping man into your arms, hoisting him over your shoulder. You climbed up the ladder attached to the tank and opened one of the hatches. “Last chance!” you called, receiving only sleepy blinks and confusion. You beamed as you quickly dunked Luffy’s head under the water, holding onto his torso around his middle for stability. Immediately you ripped the sputtering man out of the cold water, and man, he was awake!

Luffy spat and spluttered, running his hands over his face as he cackled, and you still held onto him so neither of you would fall, laughing at his reaction. Luffy put his hand out to hold onto the aquarium roof for a bit more stability and slipped, scaring the shit out of both of you. Luckily you held on tight, and the pirate captain instinctively wrapped his arms and legs around you, making you readjust your hold to under his legs.

You chuckled into his damp shoulder where he held you, “Luffy?” you asked, muffled by the fabric, “If you let me go, we can get down and eat.” You said, face still shoved into the red fabric of his shirt.

Luffy’s face ran hot as he realized what was going on, “Sorry, I didn’t want to die.” He exaggerated, slowly unraveling himself from around you, taking a seat on the aquarium’s edge before slapping the lid shut, all with a little smile. “I would’ve saved you.” You said nonchalantly, beginning to descend the ladder, “I can’t fuckin swim but I’m stubborn and I’d find a way.” You chuckled as your feet hit the floor.

Your words might mean very little to someone else, but a lot of things that you do mean a lot to Luffy. Luffy felt a weird pull in his chest again, not a bad one though, but he didn’t know what to call it. You looked breathtaking to Luffy in that moment, beaming up at him, hair a bit messed up and wet from his antics, with how bright your smile was, it was positively blinding, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

“Oh! And I made you something!” you chimed, breaking his trance. Luffy quickly hopped off the aquarium to the floor, confused when you came up to him holding his hat. You placed his hat onto his head with care before saying, “I just couldn’t help myself.” You chuckled as you handed over a little glass sculpture to Luffy.

His whole face cracked into a huge smile, and he snatched the miniature hat from your hands. He held it up to the light in awe, “I will never get over how cool this shit is.” He muttered.

You felt heat creep up your neck, and you started nervously fiddling with your hat strings, avoiding his eyes, “It’s not very much, but I promise that I’ll get you something better later today!” you assured, feet kicking at the nonexistent dust on the ground.

“What do you mean?” Luffy asked, flinching back in surprise, “You literally gave me a piece of you made to look like something very sentimental to me, and you’re saying it’s not much?” He scoffed, wagging a finger at you in shame, “You shouldn’t do that.”

“What?”

“Value yourself so lowly.” He chided, poking your side before walking out of the aquarium toward the dining hall, “You said you made breakfast?” he asked over his shoulder, leaving you behind for a moment, speechless, your mind taking a moment to catch up before you were able to run after him.

After you ate-you brought a plate to Chopper in the infirmary-you and Luffy were left helping your crewmates, getting them food, water, the works. You both caught each other’s eye from across the way coming out of the women’s quarters and men’s quarters respectively, and you sent him a wide grin, waving with the hand that wasn’t taken up by the load of laundry you had to round up for the girls. Luffy smiled right back, giggling a bit as he resumed his chores.

A new smile found itself on your lips as you recalled the first time you two had to do chores together, and a warm, fuzzy feeling settled in your chest at the difference.

Come lunch time, you quickly whipped together a massive portion of rice with fish, something simple so the crew could eat a bit too. Luffy was happy to eat his large plate, your cooking making him feel warm all over.

As the day went on, a little thought kept bugging at Luffy, you said you were doing more stuff for his birthday, but what? Luffy didn’t even know what he really wanted to do, too focused on good food and helping his friends. The thought dug deeper into his skull when he noticed that you were MIA after lunch. Luffy sat up on the figure head of the Thousand Sunny, watching the horizon and kicking his feet. The sun was about to set, the sky lit up in bright oranges and yellows. The sight made him smile, the warm sunlight made him feel like his brother was there, just for a moment, that he was wishing him a happy birthday.

Luffy was fully spacing out, eyes hazed and unfocused when he heard the loud SMACK of the kitchen door against the wall. He whirled around to see that was going on, and he could barely see you behind a giant stack of bowls that you expertly maneuvered into the men and women’s quarters. When you were done, you dashed back into the kitchen with a wide grin. Luffy was intrigued, slipping down off of the lion figurehead and making his way over to the kitchen door.

Before he could make it, Chopper came at him and tried to push him away from the door, “No way, Luffy! You gotta wait!” he hollered. Luffy shrugged and tried to move past the small reindeer but was stopped when he felt the undeniable pain of a set of antlers digging into his stomach. Luffy doubled over and fell to his side, “Oops! Looks like you need to go to the infirmary, huh?” Chopper said cheerily, carefully dragging Luffy around the ship to the infirmary.

“Why’d you do that?” Luffy groaned, flopping onto the bed in the room. “It hurts.”

Chopper shrugged cheekily, grabbing out an icepack with a little smile, “You need to wait. I’m making you wait.” He said, slapping the icepack onto Luffy’s stomach.

“Oof!” Luffy whined, “So mean! It’s my birthday you know?”

Chopper nodded, “I know. Happy birthday. Stay here.” He said simply, glaring when Luffy started trying to stand, “Lay down until one of us gets you or else I’m gonna introduce my antlers to your head.” He threatened, shaking a hoof in anger.

“I oughta tell Robin about this.” Luffy mumbled.

“You can, but she’d be fine with it.” Chopper said, blowing a raspberry before leaving Luffy alone in the infirmary, stuck staring at the paneled walls and the little supplies around the room. After a moment, the captain found himself dosing, his eyes heavy and his breath slow.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Luffy jolted from the infirmary bed, feet on the floor in an instant, “C’min’.” he slurred, rolling out his sore neck. The tiny figure of Toni Toni Chopper looming in the crack of light. Luffy shivered, clutching his middle, “What do you want?”

Chopper just smiled and gestured with his little hoof for Luffy to follow him. Luffy rose, stretching with a yawn and trudged out, looking out at the water on the back of the ship, the newborn night sky twinkling with stars. Chopper reached up and waved his hoof around to get Luffy to hold it, the pirate complied and grabbed the little not-a-hand. The little doctor eagerly led Luffy toward the lawn deck, and the moment it came into view, Luffy’s eyes lit up and sparkled, his jaw dropping a bit in awe.

You had set up a table in the middle of the lawn deck, covered in massive amounts of delicious looking food, all different types of meats, fish, veggies, fruit, and rice. The whole deck was strung with simple, colorful glass sculptures between string lights, making the space twinkle with rainbows of colors. You were bent over your record player, set up on the bench of the table, spinning a record you thought Luffy’d like from your home island.

“Holy shit,” Luffy muttered, trying to find his breath as he slowly stepped onto the grass.

You turned around with a beaming smile, “Happy Birthday, Captain!” you cheered, Chopper echoing you. Your smile never dropped as you came up to Luffy and grabbed his hand, dragging him to the table, sitting him down on the bench, “I know it sucks that it’s just us, but I hope we can still have some fun!” you exclaimed, plopping next to him. Chopper climbed up onto the bench on the other side of Luffy and started to dig in. Luffy looked to you, you thought for permission, with wide eyes, “Eat as much as you want! I’ll make sure me and Chopper are fed, and the rest of the crew has already been taken care of!” you insisted, stabbing a fork into a large piece of meat, holding out in front of Luffy’s face. “Go ahead!”

Luffy’s heart swelled in his chest, and he felt completely and truly overwhelmed by how happy he felt. With a smile, Luffy reached out and grabbed the meat off of the fork with his teeth, relishing in your giggles. As the food positively melted in his mouth, he somehow felt even more giddiness flow into him, and he was practically bouncing as he started shoving piles of the delicious food into his mouth.

You felt positively delighted as you saw him and Chopper enjoying the food you’d made. You quietly slid a bit of food your way and had your fill around what Luffy was barreling through. While you ate, you watched your captain mow through the food, occasionally thrusting a glass of water or milk in front of him so he’d take a damned second and breathe. When you saw how close to finishing he was, you hurriedly got up and started clearing empty plates, consolidating any food left onto a single plate in front of Luffy. When you had them all you rushed back to the kitchen, placing all of the dishes into the sink. You wiped off your hands on a towel and started grabbing trays of desserts and taking them out to the table. You made three trips with arms full of cookies, pies, and cupcakes, each time you saw Luffy’s smile get bigger and bigger. Then you came out with the cake.

You started softly singing ‘Happy Birthday’ as you set it down, lighting a few candles with your finger. Chopper joined in enthusiastically.

“Happy birthday, dear Luffy! Happy birthday to you!” you two chimed as you sat back down beside the beaming captain. “Make a wish, Birthday Boy!” you exclaimed, bumping your shoulder with his.

Luffy was just overjoyed with all of the wonderful things you had gone out of your way to make for him. He took a second and watched the way the candlelight flicked over your face, the colorful glints of light around you, and he soaked in your soft smile and gentle eyes.

Finally, Luffy knew what to wish for, he blew out the candles to cheers from your and Chopper, “What’d you wish for, Luffy?” the little reindeer asked, pulling a few desserts onto his plate.

You chastised the doctor, “You can’t ask that, Chopper! If he says it, it won’t come true!”

Luffy just smiled and started grabbing at the sweets, “This stuff looks great!” he exclaimed.

“Eat up! It’s all for you!” you said, “Happy birthday!”

Luffy rolled his eyes and plopped a cupcake onto your empty plate, “You can have some too, you know?”

You and Chopper froze, ‘Willing sharing? It’s not meat but still.’ The two of you shared a look around the pirate captain, but ultimately just broke out into smiles as you started unwrapping the cupcake.

“Thank you, Luffy.” You said between bites. Luffy waved you off without much thought and kept plowing through all of the sweet treats. Chopper started yawning, and you quietly told him to go to sleep, and no, he doesn’t have to check on the others first, you would before you went to bed. So, he begrudgingly trotted off to sleep in the infirmary where he’s been sleeping while the men were all sick.

When you saw him go, it reminded you of something. You sat up straight as a board before reaching under the table and grabbing out a little rectangle wrapped in simple newspaper with a ribbon. You held out the present with shaky hands, “I have another present for you.” You said quietly, a little shocked when Luffy stopped shoveling the delicious sweets into his mouth and wiped his hands on his pants before taking the gift from your hands.

“Thank you!” he exclaimed, ripping into the paper. When enough of it was revealed, he pulled it completely out of the paper. “Woah!” he awed, taking it in. It was a glass picture frame with orange flame designs all along it. Inside the frame was a worn picture of Luffy, Sabo, and Ace when they were younger, Luffy was on Ace’s shoulders, pointing to where he wanted Ace to take him, and Sabo was trailing right behind, all three of them with wide, toothy smiles. “How did you-?”

“Portgas carried that picture with him everywhere for years,” you started, watching Luffy trace his fingers along the glass, “He accidentally left it at my house the last time he visited. It fell out of his pocket in my workshop.” You explained with soft eyes and Luffy felt a huge wave of emotion wash over him, “I thought I’d lost it in the move onto the ship, but I found it in an old jacket pocket last week. I thought you should have it, but I wanted to wait until it was a good time to give it to you, and when you said it was your birthday…” you trailed off, resting a hand on his bicep with a smile, “I hope you like it.”

“It’s-it’s great!” Luffy exclaimed, wrapping you in a tight hug, “Thank you so much!” he called out. When he pulled away, he set up the picture frame right on the table and resumed his eating with a beaming smile.

When you finished what you wanted to eat from the spread, you got up and moved to the other side of the bench, sifting through your records, looking for a specific one. “Aha!” you cheered when you found it. You quickly swapped out the records and set the needle, stepping back with a bob of your head, your hips shifting a bit with the rhythm.

Luffy shot up in his seat, the last of the cake in his mouth. “That’s Ace’s favorite song!” he exclaimed.

You grinned, “Really? That basic bitch.” You laughed out as you spoke, approaching Luffy, “This is like the most popular song from my island! This band used to perform for Gol D. Roger back in the day. He’d come and visit our island a lot when he was king.” You stood in front of Luffy, hands out. “C’mon, lemme show you how we celebrate birthdays where I’m from.”

Luffy was confused, but he turned in his seat and took your hands, yelping a bit when you yanked him up, pulling him into the middle of the lawn deck, “What are we doing?”

You smirked, “We can’t exactly club hop right now, but we can dance.” You said, placing his hands on your hips. Luffy’s ears burned but he kept his hands where you placed them. Then you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck, “Follow my lead.” You muttered, stepping to the rhythm. Luffy was watching his feet, trying his best to copy your fluid movements. You couldn’t help but giggle a bit when he’d step on your toes, “It’s okay, my boots are steel toed.” You said with a smile, “You’re supposed to look up at me,” you said, nudging his chin up with your finger. “Eyes on me, Birthday Boy.”

Luffy swallowed a lump in his throat and tried to hold your mischievous gaze. “I didn’t wanna step on ya,” he explained as you returned your hand back around his neck.

“I’ll be okay.” You chided, “Hey, lemme show you something else,” you said, moving to grab his hands. Luffy was confused but was trying to keep up. You kept your feet moving, not skipping a beat as you twirled in his arms, putting your back against his torso, your hands still connected. “Now, you can stay like this or turn me back out and go back to what we were doing before!” you chirped, smiling up at him over your shoulder.

Luffy swallowed down the part of him that was telling him to keep you there and twirled you back out because he wasn’t sure he could bear how much hotter his face was getting by the second. You held onto his hands with a smile that never fell, and continued stepping in and out, guiding his hands with your movements.

As the song came to a close, you twirled Luffy in your arms like before, his back connecting with your front. You set your chin on his shoulder, “Wanna keep dancing? The next song’s slower.” You asked innocently, not noticing the heat droving off of Luffy’s face in waves. Luffy nodded and you beamed, twirling him back out and stepping closer. As the next song started, a beautiful melody of different horns and guitar, you returned his hands to your hips and your arms around his neck, slowing down the rhythm of your movements, “I love this song.” You whispered, holding Luffy’s gaze, “Apparently my mom used to sing it to me and my brother when she was alive,” you smiled as you continued, “It’s about this man who’s so in love with the most beautiful woman in town, but she won’t give him the time of day. So, day after day he sits under her window and sings a love song so beautiful that she slowly starts to fall for him too.” You explained, relishing in the heat of his hands against your skin. “It ends with her singing the song with him, showing that she finally loves him just as much as he loves her.” Subconsciously you felt your finger wrapping around one of his curls at his neck, “People play this song at weddings for good luck.” You said, laughing a bit at the superstition.

“It’s a pretty song.” Luffy muttered, “Your island is really cool. You are too.” He said with a smile, enjoying the way your eyes gleamed at the compliment. You giggled a bit and carefully hit your forehead against his chest, your hat hanging off your neck. And there you stayed for the remainder of the song, one of Luffy’s hands venturing up your back, rubbing it soothingly.

Sanji sat up from his sleep in a panicked, cold sweat. The other sick men in the room groaned and stirred at the sudden movement, “Today was Luffy’s birthday!” Sanji exclaimed, trying to scramble out of his hanging bed.

The other male Straw-Hats all sat up in a panic, joining Sanji in his snail race to the door, “How the fuck did we forget?!” Zoro growled, being the first one to the door.

“We were a bit preoccupied, marimo.” Sanji said back, “I gotta at least make him a damned cake!” He exclaimed, dragging himself to the door handle, forcing it open with as much strength as his sick little muscles could manage, which wasn’t much. When the door swung open, all of the men’s eyes landed on the decorated lawn deck, confused hum’s and hah’s coming from the pirates, until they noticed the large table set up with the now empty platters of sweets and such, the sound of soft music filtering into the room.

“Holy shit.” Zoro muttered, “They’re dancing.” He almost hissed, pointing at where you and Luffy stood so close together, arms wrapped around each other. The male Straw-Hats’ eyes all slammed open wide, scrambling to get a better look from the door.

“They are.” Usopp whispered, “Are they like…dating now?”

Sanji rolled his eyes with a smile, “With how dense they both can be? Probably not,” he said, “They look so happy.”

Franky smiled wide and started trying to usher the other men back to bed, “She has it handled for now,” he said, “Looks like he’s having a super time.”

Slowly the sick men all crawled back to their beds, happy that Luffy was at least having a good birthday, with or without them.

“Happy birthday, Captain,” you muttered as the song came to a close. You pulled back a bit and smiled at him, “Hope it was an alright one.”

Luffy barked out a laugh, his hold on you tightening a bit, “It was better than alright!” he chided, “It was great! Probably one of the best birthdays I’ve had in a while.” Luffy assured, eyes running all across your face as he took in your bashful expression.

“I’m glad.” You said, pulling Luffy into a hug, “I can’t wait till you’re king.” You whispered in his ear, ignoring the way his shoulders tensed, “You’re a great man and I know for a fact that Portgas would be proud of you every day.”

Luffy smiled wide, pushing back the little tears pricking at his eyes. And as he held you tight to his body, he found himself thinking about his wish.

‘I wish…I hope I can make her smile like that forever.’

[generallysapphic]

say it more often +18 (riri williams x reader)

you and riri are dating and everything has been going well. but after that first time you two hadn’t had sex like that again, and you know why, but it’s too embarrassing to admit. riri, of course, what’s you to tell her what you want, no matter how embarrassing you think it may be. so, you try to swallow your pride, you can tell her, right?

i need riri williams next to me right fucking now. in my bed holding my hand, NEOOWWW!!

anyways this is the same reader and established relationship from playing dumb, so go read that first to have some context, and since it’s the same the description still stands

warnings; overstim, crying, soft bullying, dom! riri, sweet sub! reader, squirting, multiple orgasms, strap on sex, name calling, slight breeding kink, embarrassment kink, semi public sex, public teasing, jealous! riri, orgasm denial

song inspo: hold on by the internet

DT: thank you loves; @verachii @dejaonline @shuri-my-love @sokkasbae255 @placeoffreedom @szalipcombo @widowmakker @blackgcomica @mocha-aya @dayjlovesromance @rxcently @letitias-fav @malltake12 @bluejay2503 @suhni @imshurisbabymama @fetchyourlife @lifewitquinn @letitias-wife

“haaa, fuck, fuck,” you moan quietly, trying to keep it down as you knew it was after hours and you didn’t want to wake anyone up. your vibrator wasn’t even at its maximum speed but you were so spent up, any pressure on your clit was going to tip you over.

and of course there was no reason for you to masturbating like this, you had a wonderful, sexy, amazing girlfriend who you could talk to about anything but this… this was just something you needed to wait for.

after your first time with riri, you started dating officially; meeting in your dorms, kissing in hallways, walking each other to class, going on dates and staying over, all the cute shit you always wanted to do when you got a girlfriend, but youve been sexually frustrated for the last couple of weeks or so. and of course, again, you could tell riri, but, god after the first time you don’t know how much more embarrassment you could take knowing she’d see you that greedy and desperate again.

you whine and toss your head back, thinking of riri any way possible. you had on one of her hoodies and you could feel the hickey she left on your neck still itching at your skin, fuck, she was all around you.

but i need her inside me, you think desperately, small tears forming as you feel your orgasm approaching. “ahhhh, riri, please,” you whisper to no one, wanting her to read your mind, burst through your door and fuck you senseless.

but it’s too late now, your legs clamp up, your thighs begin to shake, and you feel yourself twitch, fuck, you’re cumming—

“mhhh… ahhh, fuck, fuck, fuck, riri!” you shout softly, your clit pulsing lowly under the vibrations and your legs shaking slightly. you sigh out the rest of your moans as your pussy clenches around nothing and you catch your breath.

fuck, you really need riri. you sigh out and but your vibrator back in your nightstand and turn off the music you had been listening to. you pull out your phone, 11:47 pm. she’s probably still awake.

you: hi my love are you up? 11:48 pm

she doesn’t even take a minute,

riri bby <3: for you, course i am, what’s wrong? 11:48 pm

you smile softly as you head to the bathroom, still a bit jelly legged.

you: nothing, i just miss you, whatre you doing? 11:48 pm

riri bby <3: thinking of you, i was hoping you’d text me 11:49 pm

fuck, even over text shes a smooth talker. you sigh as your pussy gets just as excited as you do, and you decide to leave it alone and put some pants on and lay back down in bed

you: yeah? what were you thinking about? 11:49 pm

riri bby <3: fucking you in front of our chem class so daniel can stop staring at you. 11:50 pm

you toss your phone with a shout, fuck! why would she text you that knowing you want to jump all the way in your bones? you take a deep breath, riri was still so bold even after you’ve guys been dating for nearly a couple of months now. and even though it shouldn’t take you by surprise anymore, it still turns you on an embarrassing amount.

you reread the text and decide to focus on the latter part of it:

you: i feel like i’ve assured you enough times for you to know that i don’t want daniel and i’m fairly confident he doesn’t want me either 11:51 pm

riri bby <3: yeah you have but i don’t like the way he stares at you. i could blow him up, yknow? 11:51 pm

you did know. yes, i know, 11:52 pm

riri bby <3: mhmm, whatre you doing awake, you have culinary tomorrow right? get some sleep, baby 11:53 pm

you smile at your phone, so considerate, so sweet, god you want — no, need — to fuck her again so bad. you want to text her that, your fingers hovering over the keyboard slightly, the words ‘please fuck me’ are already in the message box but instead you backspace and type a simple, okay <3 11:55 pm

riri bby <3: goodnight, love 11:55pm

you sigh and put your phone on the charger and put on your bonnet.

she deserves to know, you think, or at least i deserve to blow all this steam off, i don’t think getting horny over a text will cut it for too long.

you sigh, maybe tomorrow.

you don’t tell her the next day.

riri doesn’t seem to pick up on you acting weird either, she’s holding your hand and telling you all about her and shuri’s lastest new project and how many improvements they’ve both made to the ironheart suit and you just listen as she rambles. riri had this cute side to her that no one ever really saw, she really only got this way with you, all nerdy and excitedly talking about tech you had never heard of and you always enjoyed it.

you two were in the quad, eating lunch— well you were eating riri’s lunch and she was mostly talking. you watch her closely, she’s so cute, so pretty, fuck i need her so bad, god look at her hands, fuck—

“hey, y/n, you with me?” she asked waving her hands in your face and you blink, “y-yeah, i’m here, sorry daydreaming,” you laugh out and shove another fry in your mouth and avoid her gaze.

she exhaled through her nose, and picks up your chin with her hand, “what is it?” she asks, looking deeply into your eyes. god, her eyes, her mouth, her lips—

fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, i need you, i need everything, you said you’d give it to me read my mind, please — you shrug, “nothing, it’s just.. just macro again,” you laugh a bit.

she raises her eyebrows, the look you’ve come to mean, “really? that’s it?” and you nod again and she releases your chin and you release the breath you were holding, happy she took your answer.

she scoots closer to you as you continue writing your homework and you feel her hand slide between your thighs and you gasp, “riri, what—”

“shhhh, just write baby,” she whispers in your ear as she palms your underwear from underneath your dress. you squirm trying to close your thighs and stop yourself from moaning, “ri.. riri what’re you doing, we’re in public—”

“i know so be quiet, okay? i just wanna feel you for a second,” god, fuck, you do too, you want to open your legs and give her everything, moan aloud and kiss her passionately and you can feel yourself start to drip down your thighs and riri continues to palm you through the small wall of cotton keeping her from your clit.

you gasp out, fuck fuck yes touch me, please, i need it— and then suddenly her hand and its pressure is gone, riri sighing and picking up her textbooks. you gape at her and start, “i-i thought—”

“you thought i was gonna fuck you in the quad?” she smirks and you stammer and she continues, “you should know by now i only do what you ask for, baby. so if you want me to fuck you in the quad and we both get expelled okay, sure. but ask. if you want something, ask me. i feel like we had this conversation before, yeah?”

you swallow, “yea, yeah we have,” and she nods, holding eye contact. “so, what do you want?”

you sigh, fuck this is so repetitive, but before you can even say anything your alarm goes off, letting you know your culinary class was about to begin. you look at your phone and back at her, “i want… to get to culinary on time,” you say instead and kiss her on her flabbergasted cheek and collect your books.

she’s still sitting down when you start to stand and she smiles and says, “im pretty sure i have a higher stamina than you, yknow. so if you wanna play this game, sure, we can, but when you lose, don’t cry,” riri says, all too confident, and you huff.

“i won’t. lose nor cry,” you say, but your voice falters when you see her smirk.

fuck, yeah, you were going to lose.

for the next week, you and riri have just been teasing each other to see which one gives up before the other.

she’ll palm you occasionally, keeping her hands on your ass at all times and always whispering things in your ear and kissing your neck. she’s always rubbing the inside of your thigh, always two steps from your pussy. she’ll text you late at night that she misses the way your pussy clenches around her fingers, that she misses your noises, how pretty you sound for her; she’ll practically harass you throughout the night with those messages.

you were try your best to keep up; you wore skirts that got shorter and shorter, you’re always sitting on her lap and moving slightly every now and again, once you leaned over and let out a small moan in her ear and she kicked the table you were at in the fucking library to draw attention to you both and make you stop. you had even once sent her a semi nude after getting out of the shower and she didn’t text you back until an hour later and your mind couldn’t help but reel at the thought, wondering what she could’ve been doing for that hour.

after receiving a fairly long and explicit paragraph about much she couldn’t wait to fuck you, you walk into biochem with a short dress on and your hair up. you walk right passed riri to get to your assigned seat but not before daniel, fucking prick, comes up and stops you and makes you turn around to see him.

“hey, y/n, how have you been?” god, he’s so awkward, you cringe but you see just past him, right at the rim of your glasses, you see her,

riri. your girlfriend. fuming.

she looks like she really is about to blow him up.

you exhale, “i’ve been okay, daniel how are you?” you say just to be polite. you sigh still not making eye contact, watching riri watch you and your every move. “good, i’ve been good. so yeah, uhh i was just wondering if you wanted to go out some time, you seem pretty chill, so like i was just—”

you can barely hear him. all of you’re attention is in riri fucking williams, who looks like she’s about kill a man in front of you. you want to go up to her, reassure her like you normally do and promise that you’re not interested in daniel but you know it’s not that, she’s not worried about you, you think she’s just realized people don’t know you’re all hers.

your phone goes off during daniels monologue about how cool you are. you know it’s riri, because by now she’s turned around, her faux locs are the only things you can see and your entire body is hot. you stop daniel, “daniel. i’m a lesbian, i have a girlfriend, and i don’t want to go out with you, okay?”

and he looks crushed, of course he does, but you could care less. professor haymore walks in and you sit in your seat and check your phone,

riri bby <3: i lose. come to my dorm after class. 3:52 pm

you sigh, happy it isn’t a promised death threat or grave for daniel and text back:

of course, all you had to do was ask. 3:56 pm

and once more, class is the longest it’s been in a while. luckily it’s just review so your notes are choppy and barely understandable but you accept once more this is just a lesson you’ll have to miss. the next hour are 30 minutes are spent thinking about riri williams; how she’ll fuck you tonight, how much you’ll be limping tomorrow, what classes you have just in case you can’t come in, how much you can’t wait to have her again.

class ends, fucking finally, and you pack yourself up before you see riri already next to you, waiting. you smile that innocent smile even though you know she’s gonna fuck everything out of you, “hi,”

she smiles, “i like your dress,” she lies through her teeth. you know she hates this dress, and not for the reasons you’d think. when you’re in this dress all she can think about is bending you over and not letting you up, it hugs you just right in the most perfect places and your ass looks amazing in it and it drives riri insane. you play just as coy, “do you? i thought you hated it,”

riri extends her hand and you take it and she pulls you close, “i only hate when i can’t take it off, is all,”

and you laugh, “well i appreciate the clarification,” and she nods, hand on your waist as you walk down the lecture hall and take the long journey to her dorm across campus. shes eerily silent so you start, “i hope you’re not too sorry about losing, yknow. you held out for a very long time,” you say sweetly and she laughs,

“oh i take that back, i’m not losing i just needed something to grab your attention and make you listen to me,” riri scoffs out and you’re at her dorm already, mouth gaping.

“you can’t take back your loss, you admitted it!” you scold her and she laughs, “but i set up the game so i change the rules, cmon you know that,”

you exhale as you both enter her room and she puts some music on, “no, i didn’t know that. you admitted it, that you lost, so now—” you huff shutting the door behind you.

“yeah, so now what? i just get to fuck you right?” riri says taking off her bookbag and her shoes and hoodie, fuck, you see her arms flex around her shirt, dammit, you’re getting distracted, “n-now you.. ugh i don’t know! we didn’t discuss actually prizes, or establish rules so i don’t know what happens now,” you huff out and she walks over to you and pulls your chin down to kiss her and you completely fall over and unravel just from her mouth alone. you wrap your arms around her just like you always do and feel her hands around your hips and you moan in her mouth.

she releases you and you both pant, “i’ll fuck you, mami, i lost fair and square, okay?” and you smile, triumph at last. then she adds, “but i still like it when you ask me, so can you? please for me, baby?”

and she sounds so needy, much like you do sometimes, and you can’t help but wonder, “why?”

riri smiles shyly and shakes her head, “i honestly don’t know, i think it’s a kink, maybe. like i like seeing you get all flustered and embarrassed, i really couldn’t tell you,” she admits, rubbing all over your back and butt.

you laugh, “really? that’s it? i can do that,” you say sweetly and she puts her forehead against yours, “yeah? for me?”

you kiss her nose, “just for you. please fuck me, riri,”

you see her smile, true and big, “yeah, yeah, i will,” and she kisses you again. you gasp, her tongue taking it as an invitation to invade your mouth and you mouth once you start to taste her. she slides her hands against your dress and begins to unzip it and you start to slip out of it as well.

she laughs, “i really do like this dress, baby,” she says and you laugh once it’s over your head completely, “yeah, now that’s it off right?” and she laughs with you as you both kiss and walk back to the bed and she eases you down.

you sigh feeling her mouth attach to your neck and start kissing your ear as she presses against your underwear and holds your leg open with the other hand. you’ve been waiting for this for so fucking long, god you feel like you’re gonna cum the minute she actually touches you.

your bra and underwear come off at the same time you feel her immediately press against your clit with her ring and middle fingers. you arch up, not expecting such sudden contact and moan, “hahhh, ohhh riri, right there,” you whisper out and spread your legs wider so she can access your pussy better.

she kisses against you and murmurs, “so pretty for me, baby,” in your ear and bites against your skin and your nipples. you whine, already overstimulated from not being touched for so long.

it only takes a few moments and few circular motions of her fingers for you to reach to reach your orgasm, you twist your head, “ahhh, mhmm i’m cumming riri, i’m gonna cum—” you moan out, hand grabbing for the sheets and pulling as riri encourages you, “that’s it mami, cum for me, go ahead, i wanna see,” and you let go, you mouth falling open and your legs clenching around her as your clit pulses and your pussy twitches, cum leaking out as you ride your orgasm.

you whine out, all high pitched until riri removes her fingers and kisses your face all over, whispering praises and affection. you sigh and pull her down for a proper kiss, sitting up slightly. riri smiles against you, and pulls away, “you wanna try it today?”

you blink, still high from your orgasm, before you realize what she’s talking about. it being the strap you two had decided to buy when you were both high after finals. you had talked about it, wanting to use a strap on, and riri admitted to having done so already (and you tried not to get jealous or find the girl’s address) and that she thinks you’d like it.

always down to try new things (and always down to spend money that isn’t yours) riri clicks purchase that fateful night and ever since then it’s stayed in her dorm closet, still not been used.

riri kisses your hands, bringing you back, “you okay, honey?” she asks looking into your eyes, “we don’t have to try it now if you don’t want to, it’s okay,” she says but the images of riri fucking you, pounding into you like there’s no tomorrow, her folding you like a pretzel and moving inside you, makes you ache in ways you’ve never ached before.

“no!” you say a little too loudly, “no, umm, i want to. try it i mean. we- we can,” you finally get out and riri smiles and she jumps up from the bed and whispers, “okay wait here,” as she goes to her closet in the bathroom

when she comes back, it’s in her hand, presuming she just cleaned it, and she’s got on boxers and her shirt is gone leaving her sports bra on. you smiled nervously, and she soothed over you thighs, kissing your cheeks, “imma have to finger you to open you up okay?” fuck, she’s so much, you nod, speechless, and she looks at you with those eyes and you say it aloud, “yes that’s okay,” you whisper and she sneaks a kiss to your lips, “good girl,”

fuck you could’ve moaned aloud if you weren’t already embarrassed. she lays you back down and kisses your lower half as she squirts lube on her right hand, her left still rubbing circles and patterns into your thighs. you whimper and toss your head back, you’re not going to be able to hold eye contact like you want to. you love seeing riri finger you, her skilled hand flexing inside you always drives you over the edge but knowing what’s coming next has you whining and hiding.

the cold lube is the first thing you feel before you feel her warm middle finger move inside your walls, making you gasp and close your eyes. you feel her kisses against your thighs and hear the small praises, “good girl, open up for me mami, okay?”

you moan feeling the second finger, “yeah, i will, hhaaa, feels so good riri—” you slur out, already feeling drunk on her two fingers alone. she laughs a bit before moving her fingers back and forth and you whine and move your legs, fuck, fuck, her fingers feel so fucking amazing. you sit up a bit, because you know the angle you like the most and you look at riri with hooded eyes, and she’s so focused, looking deeply into your pussy as she moves slowly in and out of you and holds your stomach down to give some added pressure to your pelvis. she adds a third and fuck, fuck—

you throw your head back once you feel her graze your g-spot, “hahh, yeah yeah, right there baby, please,” and she sighs, “yeah i feel it baby, that feel good?” and you moan and nod in agreement and she kisses your mouth and makes you lean back a bit more so she can hit it just right —

“ANNHHH, yeahhhh, yes please right there, right there riri, don’t fucking stop, pleaseeee,” you whimper out and she nods, hiding her face in your neck and kissing you there as her thumb finds and circles your clit, oh fuck, it’s too much.

you feel your pussy starting to pulse with her fingers and you know riri can feel it too, “i’m..! im about to cum, haaahhh! riri let me cum, please,” you whine out against her mouth and she whispers back, “yeah cum for me mami, lemme feel it, cum on my fingers, baby,” you toss your head back, disconnecting your kiss momentarily as you pulse around her, your pussy bucking against her hand and pulling on her fingers as you start to cum, squirting slightly as you moan out her name slurred and delirious.

riri’s encouraging you all the way, whispering small ‘good girl’s in your ear and she shakes her fingers inside you to prolong your orgasm; you grab her wrist from overstimulation and buck, “haa, i’m done, riri fuck, i came..” and she kisses you and pulls her fingers out, and you can vaguely hear how wet you’ve gotten.

you continue to kiss as your body calms down and riri rubs all over your skin and lightly touches your pussy, trying to get you relaxed again. you sigh once she releases your mouth and ask you, breathless, “where you want me, mami?”

your face heats up and you close your eyes, sighing, right. she’s about to literally fuck you, and even though you feel your pussy aching you from your last orgasm, you’re so excited for it you feel it twitch once the question leaves riri’s mouth. you try to remember all the times you and riri have tribbed before and where you liked her best and you sigh out, “on top, please,”

she nods, kissing you sweetly, and she holds your face to look at her, “hey,” she says quietly, and you open your eyes, nervous, but you see riri looking just as nervous as you, “thank you, y/n. i know this is a lot and it’s new, so imma try my best to make you feel good, okay?”

so so sweet, so considerate, fuck, riri williams is literally a fucking drug the way she has you wrapped around her finger,

you moan a bit, not expecting the sincerity and nod, “thank you, too.” you want to add an ‘i love you,’ but decided to hold off and she nods once more before moving around and grabbing the strap and adjusting her boxers. she takes the dildo and attaches it to her boxers and you hear her curse slightly, “fuck, i haven’t done this in a minute,” she whispers mostly to herself but you lean up and stroke her face encouragingly.

she looks at you with her pretty eyes and she leans into your hand and kisses it slightly, reaching for the lube and putting some on.

riri leans down, mostly to distract you with a kiss, because she knows how embarrassed you’d get if you see her like this, and you gladly accept because the thought of riri fucking williams — your girlfriend — stroking herself right now before she enters and fucks you would drive you up the wall. you hear it though, the soft sound of lube against the silicone and it makes you whimper in riri’s mouth, knowing what was about to happen.

once riri deems herself coated enough, she rubs her palms against your thighs and you feel her slowly slide the strap against you, and you gasp, breaking the kiss, and moan a bit, still nervous. she kisses down your neck and whispers how sweet you are and some thank you’s and such and you close your eyes, fuck, fuck it’s a lot.

she guides herself against you and slowly moves inside, the strap opening you up in a way her fingers couldn’t. you moan aloud, gasping, “holy fuck, riri,” you sigh and she whispers, “i know baby, it’s okay, hold on to me,” and you do just that, grabbing her forearms with your hands and sighing as her pelvis touches yours.

fuck.

she inside you. fuckkkk.

you can feel it, the plastic, right before your g-spot and you’re catching your breath softly, keeping your eyes closed as you try to collect yourself. riri is huffing in your ear too, obviously trying to control herself and let you adjust. she had told you that once, while you both were high and talking about sex, that she loves strapping. it’s her favorite part because how much she loves making her partner feel good, and that sometimes she can’t control herself when she does.

you remember hearing that, and how excited you were in the moment and now here you are, actually experiencing it. you moan softly again and pull her face from your neck and kiss her deeply, and riri gladly accepts, kissing back and rubbing her hands over your thighs and legs. when you part you whisper, “you can move,” is the smallest voice your body allows and riri looks at you and back down at your pussy and back, “sure?” and you nod.

she kisses you again and pulls out slightly, then pushes back in, rocking against you, holy fucking shit, you moan, loudly, feeling the tip of the strap barely touch your g-spot.

“fuck—” you let out softly and riri does it again, pulling out a little more this time and thrusting back in and knocking the wind from your lungs. you toss your head back, nails digging into her arms as she starts thrusting steadily into you, a slow pace to get you acclimated.

and what a wonderful fucking pace it is. you’re moaning loudly, head back and legs tightly wrapped around her body as riri looks at you in complete awe, you could fucking feel her eyes all over you. before you even adjust, your body is already craving more, and you groan aloud, and riri leans down still fucking into, “what, baby, you want more?”

her voice sounds so fucking different, your thighs close a bit, and you nod, you didn’t even know what you wanted more of, you just needed something else, the feeling of your orgasm pooling in your lower belly but not moving. you huff as she thrusts the same, “then ask me, mami,”

and you tilt back and moan, fuck, you’d forgotten all about that, her little embarrassment kink and you squeeze your eyes closed to avoid eye contact and you moan, “riri please fuck me harder,” and she sighs “yeah? say it again, baby let me hear you,”

you want to hit her, she’s so mean, keeping this slow pace and making you beg like this but your brain is fogged, completely unraveling at riri’s dick so you don’t care, “please, please, baby fuck me fuck be harder i need it fuck— i, i need you,”

and it’s all she needs.

maybe it’s the ‘i need you,’ but riri goes into overdrive, picking up your thighs and fucking into you deeper and harder, pulling out more and pushing back in at full force and you toss your head back and shout out, “YES, fuck, fuck, right there, right there, unhhhh please please please—” the strap is completely on top of your g-spot now, abusing it and rubbing against it with every thrust.

and you can hear riri cursing slightly above you, enjoying watching you squirm and she takes her right hand and starts toying with your clit, adding more pressure to your lower stomach with her left and you buck and shout, the sting of overstimulation in your veins. your orgasm sneaks up on you and your pitch in your moans change and riri catches it before you even say anything,

“you gonna cum, baby?” and you nod, breathless, about to let go and she’s suddenly at your ear, whispering,

“don’t you dare fucking cum,”

and you twitch, what? your mouth hangs to retort and she continues, “you think,” her thrusts get harsher as she talks, “you can just fuck with me like that for a week and i’m gonna let you cum?”

you moan again, fuck, fuck she had told you this last time, that she’s into obedience and when you had asked her to clarify, she just laughed and said “you’ll see, it’s kind of obvious,”

you feel some tears leave your eyes and you look up at her pleading and moaning, “ha, uhnn riri please let me cum, please,” it’s all you can do really, because the pressure on your pussy is making you speechless, your words already slurring together.

she chuckles a little and kisses your mouth, still keeping up with her intense pace, your pussy feels like it might fucking explode. you pull away from the kiss, bucking and moaning, tears still flowing steadily down your face, “please, please, i wanna cum,” you cry out, trying so bad to hold it in.

riri moves away from your face and kisses your chest, “i know baby, i know, just hold out for me okay, be my good girl, make up for how bad you were, yeah?” she grunts out and you nod, loving the thought of riri praising you again and being called good girl is all you wanted. it doesn’t help, though, because your orgasm is still approaching too fast for you to control and you try to warn her,

“riri, riri, baby, i — i can’t, uhhhh fuck fuck! please please im cumming — please let me cum, it feels so good,” and it’s nothing but music to riri’s ears and she’s grunting too, you feel her thighs shake against yours, “okay baby, cum with me okay? can you do that for me, mami?” and you nod, agreeing to anything if it means release.

she lasts for a few more thrusts before you start cumming first, yelling out a loud moan of her name along with slews of curses as your whole body pulses. riri’s right behind you, gasping softly and moaning quietly as she bucks softly into you and her legs shake. your thighs twitch and she takes her hand away from your clit once she feels it swelling up against her thumb. shes gasping some more before she falls over on you and you both stay, still breathless.

well, fuck.

you’re still gasping when you laugh welty and riri laughs too, now giddy and high after cumming so hard. you lift her face and pull her in for a kiss and murmur against her mouth, “i love you,” and she gasps and kisses you deeply, rubbing your legs and thighs up and down, “i love you too, baby,” she says back quietly and you smile and kiss all over her face.

riri sighs lowly and begins to pull out, and you moan slightly, pussy pulses almost like it’s begging for riri to come back inside. she takes off her boxers and lays next to you as you both catch your breaths and calm down.

you’re looking into her eyes and you smile, “that was good,” and she laughs a bit, “yeah, it was,” and you lean over and kiss her again, still feeling like you too should be connected in some way.

she rubs up and down your arms and massages your lips and clit a bit to calm them down. you sigh into your mouth and you buck a bit, knowing you couldn’t give her another even if you tried. she whispers against your mouth once you pull away, “thank you, love,” and you nod, “of course. and thank you,” and she repeats you and sits up to kiss you properly. riri gets up to go to the bathroom and grab you both warm towels and some fresh pajamas. you look at the time, fuck it was 9:30.

“i think we need to come up with a code word or something,” you start once you catch your breath and she sits next to you again, holding your hand and rubbing her thumb against it. she raises an eyebrow, “for?”

you smirk a bit, “for when we both get to proud or embarrassed to say what we want. because you clearly needed that like i did,” and riri laughs, and puts her hands up in defense.

“okay, how about, umm… ‘i need help with macro’.” you snort at her and shove her a bit,

“oh my god, you’re never gonna let me live that down!” you laugh and she laughs with you, “what, i mean it’s a big staple in our relationship! you did that instead of telling me what you wanted, right?” she smiles and holds your face and you smile back, “yeah yeah, i guess.” you huff still smiling.

and she leans in again and whispers another “i love you,” right against you lips.

about a week later, riri and you are in the quad again, and the memory of what she had tried to do here floods your mind the minute you sit down.

she’s working diligently and looking so focused and so sexy you bite your lip and lean over into her ear and whisper, “i think i need help with macro again,” and she laughs back,

“i was just about to say the same thing,”

riri come home the kids miss you

okay guys whewwww that took me out a bit i hope you enjoyed! leave some requests for who or what you want next!!

byee don’t forget to reblog and leave comments!! 🤎🤎

[pissmoon]

I agree that everyone can achieve their own unique version of beauty, everyone IS beautiful in their way, but being on ig and seeing these perfect looking girls has often made me feel insecure about my entire appearance. It's concerning to me that guys with gfs/wives never take their feelings into consideration and actually follow these ig models. instagram and the men who comment nasty things on these girls photos should be permanently shut down

Delete instagram, its the worst social media platform at this point. I deleted it a couple of months ago n this app repulses me. Id rather be on facebook with 60 year old aunties or tiktok. And if u gotta use it use it for shit like animal vids and keeping track of local tattoo artists, hobby stuff and talking to your friends etc. No point in browsing some models' accs other than maybe fashion inspo but even then maybe follow 10 maximum and dont let it become ur entire feed. And if u already have self esteem issues and want a monogamous relationship its an awful idea to date some dude who openly thirsts for other women publicly on social media. I dont see how following 800 ig models or posting shitty softcore porn on tumblr 24/7 is any different to like going out on a date with him n he starts flirting with someone else right in front of you. Of course it fucks with ur self esteem to be with someone like that. They are humiliating you. He certainly wouldnt be as chill if you were bragging about having a folder with a bunch of random dick pics on ur computer

[davenswitcher]

NSFW Alphabet: Astarion x Estellé

Astarion and Estellé from "The Rockstar And The Groupie"

Saw the post from @bardic-inspo and decided to do this for my pookies too.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

They cuddle for a bit longer. Most often than not, he stays inside her until he's soft again. Afterwards, they take a shower together <3

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Estellé l o v e s his thighs and eyes. For Astarion, he loves her eyes. He fell in love with her heterochromia, sometimes gazing into her eyes a bit too long, and he looks away shyly. He also can't get enough of her ass.

C = Cum (Where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum?)

Inside for both.

D = Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory: a dirty secret of theirs)

Neither have confessed yet that they masturbated thinking about the other before they got together.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

As a rockstar he had his fair share of debauched nights. He also was in a relationship with Shadowheart for a few years.

Estelle was only in a relationship once, and kissed a girl in a truth or dare in college.

F = Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Estellé loves prone bone and how deep he can thrust into her, hitting her spot perfectly. She also loves missionary and cowgirl, but mostly missionary, so she can kiss him and hold him.

Astarion loves missionary for the same reason. He's a sap deep down and gets off on kissing her and thrusting into her at the same time. Another favourite of his is fucking into her deep with her legs on his shoulders.

Both also like it slow when the mood strikes.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood. They can be goofy and tease each other mad, but also be serious and worship each other.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Astarion's hair is very well taken care off. He hoards shampoos and conditioners. As an elf, he doesn't need to shave his body hair and has therefore soft af skin.

Estellé isn't as fanatical with her hair but likes to take care of it as much as she can. She's also an elf, so no body hair (I'm so jealous).

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Passionate, sappy, you name it.

J = Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

Astarion is a serial masturbator lol (in the rockstar universe). Either with his hands or letting the shower head massage his cock.

Estellé doesn't masturbate as often as him. But can't help herself when he comes home after a dance session or leaving the in-house gym all sweaty.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Both have an oral fixation. Astarion also likes to nibble her soft flesh, especially thighs (in every universe am I right)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

At home. Sometimes also in his backstage room.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going?)

They're insatiable. Half lidded looks and tight clothing and you'll not see them for the rest of the evening.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Both don't do degradation, anal and hair pulling.

Astarion has claustrophobia and doesn't do well with being tied up. A hot date ended pretty fast once when he had a panic attack.

Estellé doesn't like pain and doesn't want to be spanked or have her thighs and boobs gripped too tightly. She only let Astarion pat her booty once when they were backstage. That's the maximum "spanking" she tolerates.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Estellé is his oral queen and never had someone this good. Both like giving and receiving equally, though, Estellé really loves tasting him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Somewhere in the middle tbh. They love it slow and tender but also love rutting each other senseless.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not really into quickes, both of them. They love to take their time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

They like roleplaying from time to time. But not many risks. Astarion is happy he has someone who matches his freak, and it's enough.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

They are insatiable. They like to tire each other out. But it's always three rounds max, sometimes four.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Estellé has a tiny collection of vibrators and dildos she likes to use on herself.

Astarion likes to use the vibration spell on himself or Estellé sometimes, but not often. He also had fleshlights when he was younger. Some vibrated, some had a suction function.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

They are huge teases. Astarion a bit more than her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Estellé can be loud, but she tries to tone it down. Soft whimpers, sighs, the occasional "fuck". Most of the time, she moans into his mouth because this guy can't stop kissing her.

Astarion groans and growls deeply, which turns Estellé on very much.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Astarion likes to cook for her, but sometimes lies and says that his mom send it via teleportation.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Estellè has a beauty mark in her inner thigh.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Astarion has a higher sex drive. Estellés used to be lower especially after her ex but she caught up quickly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As they only trance they cuddle and stay awake for a bit longer. They talk about everything and anything or Astarion reads to her.

Tagging: @cinnamontails-ff @larvasmoon @busy-baker

[anlian-aishang]

Kinktober Day 15: Armpit Kink & Sub!Levi

"Hi Anlian :>, for Kinktober- if it's allowed and not against your rules, can I request for a sub levi with a s/o who has armpit fetish on him - (I think it had to do with sniffing its musk, getting turned on, possibly kissing and licking)? Whereby his s/o grant his consent to tie him and make love with him by it? (tying his wrists above his head while shirtless, exposing under his arms.) I've read a hc about it once and I just thought this event would be the opportunity to read an unique fic about it. I hope it's okay and thank you!" Tags: levi x reader, smut, armpit fetish (w/hair), light bondage, penetration, sub!levi, fem!reader Word count: 1800 A/N: ((Please ignore that I'm writing this mid-November.)) Shout-out to these doujins for the inspo 1 // 2 // 3. Feel like I accidentally gave myself this kink while writing this ^^;

“Having fun, are you?” 

Levi’s voice reined you back in from hazy daydreaming. “Oh, yes…” you sighed, “and you?”

There was little point to your question. The blush that had consumed his face and the minute trembles that riddled his body clearly conveyed his pleasure. Nevertheless, Levi swallowed, “If you are, then I am.”

“Then you are.”

“Tch…” Levi scowled, “you take things how you want to, don’t you?”

“That’s right,” you hummed, “and you should know that better than anyone.” Licking your lips, “Besides,” you reached between his legs, grabbed, and shook, “this is pretty obvious.”

“Ngh…” Levi squirmed beneath your touch, it was the most he could do with his hands tied up like this: arms above his head, elbows bent back, red rope tied his wrists to your bed frame. Your expert bondage kept him helplessly tethered, but he would never complain, nor would he admit how much he liked it. Many tasks came easy to him, you thought it good to remind him that there was merit to struggle. His heels ground into the mattress, legs straight and strained. At the vertex of the acute angle made by his inner thighs, his healthily sprung erection began to leak in your hand. You smiled, then chuckled, if he was going to indulge himself, then you were, too.

You allowed your eyes to feast - first upon his aching member: pink with and glistening in his own arousal. From there, your gaze ascended: symmetric abdomen, flushed chest with peaked patches atop. Adorable anxiety seized his expression, but your attention was snagged before it could reach that far. At the sides of his neck were the spaces too seldom seen, yet the ones your eyes so often gravitated to. 

Your stare burned shamelessly onto his skin, “Can’t help yourself…” Levi teased.

If only he could see himself, he would realize how impossible that would be. Ivory skin so smooth and immaculate, yet pummeled by his thick, black hair. A contrast so beautiful that you could not take your eyes off it. Trailing your fingertips from the bottom of his bicep to the top of his side, his breath caught and he squirmed again. Your voice was chill on his hot sweat, forcing that squirm to a shiver and that choke to a cry. “You can’t either.”

The growth of his underarms was confined to even diamonds, yet some unruly strands rebelled against those edges. You dipped your thumb in his mouth, slickening it in his saliva, and traced the outline of his hair growth. Your touch lingered on the most unkempt areas, the ones that disrupted the neat freak’s perpetual order.  

“This must drive you mad,” you cooed.

Though your remark was meant to regard his overgrowth, in his haze, Levi mistook your comments to revolve around this sex in general. Regardless, it reigned true all the same. Driven mad by the way you toyed with his sensitive underarms while leaving his cock yearning and touchstarved. Your delicate play was both overstimulating and not enough. Anticipation and uncertainty surrounded the moment you would bury yourself in his crevice, pushing the ever-calm Ackerman’s heartbeat to a seldom-achieved maximum.

Levi’s breaths turned audible when you flattened your palm and curved your hand to match that of his armpit. While that hand combed through his body hair, the other scratched at his undercut, drawing shudders from the man beneath you. You sighed in admiration, taking dual note: he liked that. Pinching his skin, tangling his locks, his body instinctively sweat in an attempt to cool his nerves. Perched atop his lap, so close that a bat of your eyelashes would brush his body, you had the perfect seat to witness the effects of that perspiration. 

His scent was strong, but certainly wasn’t bad. The smell of spring’s first rain. Peeled forest bark. The microscopic bits of tea leaves that he had swallowed each morning and that dominated his musk now. A veil of deodorant had been disintegrated by his sweat, endearing - the efforts he made to conceal his scent, even better - that his true self broke through anyways. 

“Mmm… fuck, Levi,” you praised, breathless, “you smell so good - so good for me, huh?”

All he managed to respond with was a grind of his teeth and tilt of his head back. Precum flowed past the point of surface tension, dripping now, onto his own torso. Your hand in his hair and the other at his underarm - they already had him strung out. Now, his own body was testing him too: arousal ablaze, sweat cold, drop upon tantalizing drop threatening to stain his sheets. Slender fingers clutched his ropes hard, taut to the point of shaking. 

You found yourself inching closer and closer, nose craving more of his scent. Deep inhales and shaky exhales, Levi’s gaze was seized by your panties as they drenched darker and darker with your damp. Wordlessly, unknowingly, the two of you shared similar sentiment: the longing to know how he tasted, the desire to experience your wetness. Evidence of his earlier claim: as long as you were having fun, he was, too. Levi rolled his eyes back and sighed wholly, satisfied with some sense of clarity: in that way, he supposed this kink was infectious. 

His babygirl moan was the last bit of temptation you could take. It was the tip of your nose then the tip of your tongue to touch him first then second. He tasted good, even better, than you had fantasized. Overjoyed, arms weak, heart throbbing, you couldn’t even put your feelings into words. A girly, giddy laugh fell hot on his underarm, bringing even more sweat. Feeling him seep onto your skin, your tongue could not help but try to clean him up. At the middle of his track: slow, strong drags from bottom to top. On his edges, your movements were more frantic - inciting flinches at his arms and groin. When your tongue grew tired, you gave yourself breaks, using your lips to substitute kisses instead. Feathery grazes of your lips, growing lost in enamor, they evolved into relentless sucks and fast-brewing hickeys. 

“F’uck -” Levi singsonged, you loved that so much. The sole target, the lone vessel of your desire was past the point of overflow. Of your fervor, even he could only take so much. The increased neediness at his middle whispered: The sooner you had your fun, the sooner you might let him have his. In submissive agency, Levi succumbed and deliberately arched his back, “(Y/N)... (Y/N)...! I can’t -” his intake was sharp, “I c-can’t take this… anymore.”

Instantly, you retracted your contact, yet that stressed him even more. Counter to the opposite of what he wanted: Levi inched himself further down the mattress, binding your contact, both begging and demanding, “Make me - Let me - I want to… Ah!!” A shriek incited by the sudden swipe of your tongue. After two hissing breaths, Levi managed, “... feel good.”

These zones were so sensitive, you realized you had forgotten his most vulnerable one. You turned over your shoulder and were reminded of his cock, stood tall and arced. This time, it was your turn to shudder, overcome by the thought of how perfectly he would fit inside you. Indulgence of your fetish had swelled you with confidence, though, to the point that you had to spin the nature of this penetration: not something you wanted just as badly, but a gift you would reward him with, Levi having earned it.

You crawled up his body, arms rested atop his shoulders, fingers knit at his nape. Foreheads tipped together, nose to nose, your lips at an agonizingly short distance - so close that he could practically smell his own musk off your mouth. At the thought, Levi shivered.

“You’ve been nice and patient, so I guess we can swing that.” Your sentence finished with a kiss, Levi tasted himself in that bond, inciting a headspin. “You’ve been a good boy.”

Good boy? The simmer of his blush turned into a full-on flame. Rare were the times you had the confidence to throw that pet name at him, making the instances you used it all the more special. 

With your arms as anchors, a leg at each side of his hips, you lowered yourself onto him at last. At first, his face was painted with dire strain, but when he was fully enveloped by you, his look morphed to that of pure pleasure. Brows arched, eyes fluttered shut, lips helplessly parted - you savored the chills that you felt through him. 

Slowly, your hands crawled out from behind his back: over his shoulders, palming his pecs, pinching his nipples. Cupping your hands beneath his underarms granted you the leverage needed, the reins to your ride. Fingers curled inwards, crescent divots in his skin made by your agitatingly sharp fingernails. Four fingers massaged his shoulders, thumbs took care of his armpits. As you squeezed tight, his skin turned white in your hold. 

Overindulged, a sugar rush, there was neither an ounce of tire nor soreness in the bounce of your thighs and flex of your calves. At this point, you were feral, and it fucking showed in the fucks that you gave. This much foreplay of your most selfish dreams had your cunt dripping, sliding around him. Levi was never one to cum too fast, but at the same time, you had never ridden him like this before. Complete swallows of his cock from tip to base, a rate of repetition that not even Ackerman could anticipate. Hands curled around your cold metal bedrails, an attempt to ice his veins, but that grip was ill-fated with this much sweat. Toes curled in the sheets, curses danced on the tip of his tongue, the surge of his sex inside you, relentless rocks of his hips thrashed with yours - you knew as well as he did: the end was near. 

“F-Fuck!!” Levi screamed harshly, then mewled pitifully, “Fuck, (Y/N)!”

“That’s it,” you kneaded his underarms relentlessly, delightful opposite to your tender voice, “cum, baby.” Permission with a caveat, “Tell me how good it feels.”

“F-Feels! It - it feels…!” Levi writhed, but the dams had already flooded any shred of coherence. Only the shot of his warm strands could speak for him now. “A’Ah!!!”

A perpetual smirk tugged your lips as you watched his climax and as you rode yours. Levi never did arrive at a word, but in post-coital clarity, you would realize that you hadn’t either. When you first approached him with this confession, it seemed your vocabulary had disappeared. When he asked you to explain it to him, you swore you would rather die of embarrassment. When he kissed your forehead, assured you, and agreed to it, though you had achieved consent to your fantasy, you were left just as speechless as you were when you tried to ask.  

Who cares?

Some things were too good for words anyway. 

// Kinktober Year 3 Masterlist //

[funkycrabturtle1034]

introducing my so-called latest project, Jennifer and her annoying boogey-monsters. whenever she's forced to get off her laptop after being on it for what seemed like only 10 minutes (it's actually been nearly an hour), these two come out and start nagging her to finish off what she had started eventually. and then I did. so yeah.

there is also this special Jennifer, one where's she's in her

yeah thats RIGHT, she can get angry sometimes. the inspo comes from Unikitty's rage form, she's super cool and sometimes relatable to me (since I get mood swings sometimes)

anyways, here's one song that might match these two images. guhbye

[aislesparkrings]

How to Hide Engagement Ring Box Tips and Tricks

Imagine you’ve spent months finding the simple low profile engagement rings. You’ve deliberate the maximum lovely and mawkish suggestion, and now you’re simply waiting for the large day. But some thing takes place…your partner unearths the hoop container! Good aspect this is all hypothetical! But nonetheless, we don’t need this to appear. That’s why we’re going to provide you a few pointers on the way to cover an engagement ring field.

Why Should You Hide an Engagement Ring Box?

There is a lot to be stated about creating a memorable inspiration second. You need to ensure it’s an event that neither you nor your companion will ever overlook–and part of keeping that stunning memory alive for an entire life will rely upon whether or not or no longer you pay attention to the tiniest details.

When it involves keeping your concept a secret, you want an awesome hiding spot for the engagement ring box. You don’t want to have your associate by chance stumble upon it even as they’re trying to find some thing across the house.

Hide it in your sock or underwear drawer, in a box at the back of a shelf, or even inner of a carry on bag you save for your attic. Just make sure it’s somewhere you’ll consider and wherein your accomplice gained’t be searching. Careful concealment protects both the surprise and your future memories.

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Eyebrow Microblading in Bangalore | MAAC

Eyebrow Microblading in Bangalore

If you want to get thicker and fuller eyebrows, microblading is one of the best ways to go about it. The technique is semi-permanent and results last for about a year.

The process starts with a consultation, where your artist takes you through color options and style preferences (don't forget to bring inspo pics). They'll also use a topical anesthetic before drawing on your new brow shape.

1. Consultation

Eyebrow microblading in Bangalore is a semi-permanent cosmetic procedure that gives you the perfect set of brows. It is a technique that uses a tool with tiny needles to deposit pigment into the skin, creating fine hair-like strokes that mimic natural brows.

The procedure begins with a consultation where our expert takes precise measurements of your face to get the right design for you. This process ensures that the results are perfect.

Our expert will analyse your eyebrow shape, colour and style preferences before starting the procedure. After the consultation, we will numb your face so that there is no pain during the treatment.

Our technician will then use the tool with a blade that is very small to create micro-incisions on your skin. This will give you the perfect and natural-looking brows that can last up to one or three years.

2. Design

Eyebrows are a very important aspect of a face and a beautiful pair of eyebrows can completely change the way you look. The right balance, colour and length of your brows can make or break your appearance.

An experienced microblading artist in Bangalore can create a stunning, microblading eyebrows in Bangalore   natural-looking set of eyebrows that are perfect for your face shape and bone structure. During the design process, your brow specialist will discuss what works best for your face, and help you decide on the ideal brow shapes and colors for you.

The procedure involves the use of a handheld tool that contains fine needles shaped like a blade called a microblade. This is used to create crisp hair-like incisions that mimic the shape and texture of real brow hair.

3. Numbing

Microblading is a semi-permanent procedure that creates realistic-looking eyebrows. Unlike traditional tattoos, which insert ink deep into the skin, microblading uses a small tool with tiny needles to make hair-like strokes along your brow line.

Throughout the process, a numbing cream is applied repeatedly to give you the maximum comfort possible. A numbing cream with a triple anesthetic is the best option, as it delivers the pain relief you need while still allowing your practitioner to work.

As a result, you can expect minimal pain during the microblading process, which typically takes up to two hours. You will also need to follow specific aftercare guidelines to minimize irritation and swelling. This includes avoiding sweating heavily, getting your brows wet, and spending time in the sun for seven days after the treatment.

4. Procedure

Eyebrow microblading is a cosmetic procedure that involves inserting pigment under the skin using a small tool with very tiny needles. It is a semi-permanent technique that creates well-defined, natural looking eyebrows.

This type of permanent makeup is great for those who want to fill in gaps, thicken brows or reshape them. It also helps customers who have lost brow hair due to an accident or illness.

The treatment can take up to 2 weeks to heal. eyebrow microblading cost in Bangalore  During that time, you might experience tenderness, swelling, redness or itching in the area.

The results from your first microblading session will last anywhere from 18 to 30 months, depending on your skin, lifestyle and how often you get touch-ups. Swimming, body tanning or excessive sun exposure can make the color fade faster, so it is important to follow your doctor’s instructions about sunscreen and aftercare to ensure you get the most out of your microblading.

5. Recovery

It takes about a month for the eyebrows to heal fully. During this time, your brows will appear darker and bolder than they’re meant to, but this is normal.

During this time, you may also experience itching or flaking in the area, and your skin will be red. These symptoms will subside over time, and you should not pick or scratch at the scabbing.

You’ll want to follow the aftercare ointment given by your brow technician. It can be applied once a day, but you should only use it sparingly as your skin needs to heal itself.

[tired-of-being-fat-n-ugly]

Just finished having a binge session (lol I don't know if that's is how to call it in English) and now my stomach hurts and I want to vomit. The chocolate were too sweet and the Cheetos were weird. I am happy that my palate is starting to dislike these foods, but hate that my brain crave it so much that I couldn't stop eating even knowing that it wasn't delicious as I imagined

Worse of all is that I am feeling super guilty and ugly as if the last month efforts and the -10kg (22lb) was nothing, I am still morbid obese, but I can't stop and, right now,I hate myself, not in the good way that make me feels motivated to starve and exercise, but in the way that I just want to die and/or stop trying to improve myself because I will remain obese and ugly forever because I am weak

I will try take a walk, drinks lot of green teas and water and do not eat nothing from now to Friday (at least) than I will go back to my goal to maximum of 1000 cal a day (I know I should eat less, but I live with my family and if I just stop eating for real they would notice, so I am going slow so they would get familiar with me eating just little portions and every day skipping more meals), these two days are my only chance for a big fasting because I am at a aunts house and she doesn't have the habit of eating with everyone else so I can just tell that I already ate

Well, I was only in need to vent, that was it, send thin inspo please, even better if is thin inspo of girls who used to be really big and now are petit and cute and thin

[kyber-crystal]

i’m all yours || bradley “rooster” bradshaw

summary: top gun pilots are the most competitive there is. throw in a little beach football + suntan oil, and you have yourself a recipe for peak entertainment. also chaos. 

words: ~1.4k

warnings: shirtless rooster, also everyone being super competitive, this is mostly just crack and fluff LMAO. also this was really poorly written i’m so sorry i have no idea how to pace fics. but i tried

a/n: requests are open :) during my socal trip i went to the beach two days in a row. and it kickstarted the rest of my inspo for this fic

“I should be flying right now, you know. It feels weird not to be flying right now.”

“Y/N, we came here to relax. Not to worry about what’s up there,” Phoenix placed her hands on your shoulders. “Give yourself a break, you’ve earned it…I mean, look at this nice weather! You’re going to love it. Now we need to get our asses out there before Hangman beats us to the coin toss.” 

“He’s such a ball hog,” you scoffed, and you two started running down the sand. “I’m putting you on my team!”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way!” 

Phoenix was right. With the rays of the warm San Diego sun streaming down on your shoulders, you felt so much better within seconds. Everyone else seemed to be in high spirits as well. Hangman and Fanboy were wrestling over who’d flip the coin to start the game…as predicted.

The group had split into two, with you and Maverick as team captains. You’d picked Phoenix, Fanboy, and Hangman, while Maverick took Rooster, Bob, and Payback. Coyote sat next to Penny in a foldout chair, sipping beers as he agreed to keep score. 

Soon enough the game started, and you locked into your overcompetitive sport persona. Yours and Phoenix’s strategy was to play it like you did up in the air, making for minimal communication but maximum results. It was easy that way, falling into a routine you’d executed countless times before. 

“Stop hogging the ball!” Bob yelled as he went chasing after Hangman. “We’re on the same goddamn team!”

The score was, surprisingly enough, pretty close after half an hour of play. This only made everyone grow even more competitive—and aggressive—as the game went on. 

You were only seconds away from scoring the winning point when someone tackled you from behind, knocking you down into the sand. Standing up, you came face-to-face—well, more like face-to-chest—with none other than Bradley Bradshaw. 

Feeling your mouth run dry at the sight, you forced yourself to avert your gaze. Heaven’s sake, he was perfect—in his bare-chested, sweaty glory and all. 

Rooster grinned. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes and it made you want to tackle him, but also made your breathing hitch. You mentally cursed at yourself for reacting the way you did. “So close, yet so far, sweetheart.”

You tilted your head at him. “Oh, you’re so dead.”

“Catch me if you can, then!”

He broke off into a sprint and you did as well, chasing close behind him as everyone watched. Maybe putting the two most competitive people at Top Gun on opposing teams wasn’t the best idea ever. It would only end up becoming a game of who could tear the other apart first and how fast that could happen. 

Once you got close enough you reached forward and gave Rooster a shove. You missed your footing as you did so, though, so both of you went tripping into the sand once again. 

You were about to get up but were knocked right back down with a large and heavy splash of salty seawater. Looking up, you saw that Rooster had a giant, smug grin on his face.

“Bradshaw, we’re no longer friends!” you yelled (or more like, you tried to yell but couldn’t stop laughing) as you wiped sand off your face. You gave him another light push, and that was enough to send him falling backwards and landing in the water as well.

“Do you have a death wish?” he challenged. 

“Maybe I do!”

Rooster stood up and shook the water from his hair, sending water spraying all over—including right in your face. You stared at him, slack-jawed. Oh, he was so on. 

The football game was completely lost on you both as you chased him further down the shoreline. Good god, he was pretty damn fast…both in the air and on land, it seemed that he’d be a hard man to beat. 

Bob nudged Phoenix in the side—everyone had stopped playing at this point to watch you two, but you and Rooster were too busy dogfighting to notice. Obviously. “How much do you wanna bet that one of them will make a move this week? My money’s on Rooster for Tuesday…70.”

“Don’t challenge me to a bet you know I’ll always win,” Phoenix raised a brow at him. “Eighty-five. By the end of tonight. Either one of them.”

“Losers,” Hangman snorted and rolled his eyes. “I say 100. By the time they stop trying to kill each other.”

Within seconds, they’d formed a small cash pile by the beer cans. “Someone’s getting RICH tonight!” Coyote whooped as he placed his own bets into the pool. “This right here is three weeks’ worth of gas money for me. Might even be some left over for groceries…”

It was getting harder to throw attacks at each other and shove each other with the heavier your clothes got. You fell backwards and swallowed a rather generous mouthful of seawater along the way, which momentarily threw you off-course.

After relishing in his brief victory, Rooster offered you a hand to help you up, and at that moment you took him by the wrist and dragged him down into the water with you as revenge. You quickly straddled him, placing your thighs on either side of him to lock him in, but you’re too late. You’d hesitated long enough for him to slip out and flip you over onto your back.

But you have no energy to get up and fight back, so you’re completely pinned down by the weight of him. You can’t tell if your breathlessness is from your close proximity or because he’s pressing against your ribcage—it was most likely a bit of both. If either of you decided to move even an inch at this point, your lips would touch, and the thought alone is enough to send your heart racing. 

You’re not sure how long you stay like that, sand sinking into your skin and Rooster’s body flush against your own. And the cheeky little shit notices everything—reading you—it’s the thing he’s best at. The sweat and salty water in your hair and face, your reddening cheeks (he knows it’s not from the sun) and the way your chest was rising and falling with each nervous breath you took.

The tense moment finally breaks when Rooster stands. This time, when he offers you a hand, you take it without the intent of pulling him down. 

“I won,” He’s breathless as he speaks. He’s still holding your hand but the feeling doesn’t register with you—you’re still busy trying to steady yourself. “You know that, right?”

“No, I don’t, because my team won.”

“And you say that because?”

“I say that because I was this close to scoring the final touchdown until you decided to act all high and mighty and swoop in and—”

Any protests building up in the back of your throat were instantly muffled by his lips on yours. You weren’t even that deep in the ocean anymore yet you felt like you were sinking beneath the weight of the tides. It was suffocating, but you cling to it anyway—to him.  Your hands moved to pull him even closer as if the little distance between you right now was not enough…and it wasn’t. But really, would it ever be when it came to him?

“I hate you,” you exhaled as you broke apart for a breath. “I’m getting back at you for this.”

“Try me.” 

And then he kissed you a second time, and once again you’re enveloped with the overwhelming sense of his presence. There’s salt on your lips and you’re both sweating and you’re soaked to the core with icy seawater, but it still feels perfect to you. 

It was a loud voice that forced you to pull away. Unfortunately.

“I WIN!” Hangman snatched the wads of cash from the pile, beaming wide. “The victor of tonight, folks, is…me!”

“You’re willing to leave people hanging, but not money…” Phoenix sighed. “What a man.”

“You guys made a bet?” Rooster raised an eyebrow. You could tell he was trying not to laugh—both at your flushed complexion and the idea of betting on you two. 

“We did!” Bob declared with pride. 

“And I won,” Hangman added.

Rooster turns back to you and smirks. “How about we give them their money’s worth, hm? They’ll get what they came for.”

“Sounds like a plan.” 

And so, you lean back in.

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(if you asked to be tagged and you’re not on here, that means i couldn’t tag you for some reason) 

[psychologeek]

my fav previous tags - undercut:

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@oh-thegodshateme

#i think cap would still breath and blink out of habit BUT sometimes he will just stop doing either of them out of the blue

#billy got distracted and just forgot as people do except bc he doesnt need to do either he goes much longer than normal b4 he begins again

#it never fails to freak leaguers out the first few times they see it happen

#like a robot forgetting its supposed to be undercover as a human. v unsettling View post

 @drchai

#pokes Shazam with a stick

#Shazam: oww!

#‘how can that hurt you don’t have NERVES!’

#also you’re invulnerable? #Shazam: oh yeah I forgot

#I want to study him as a concept so much

#has he been colonized by bacteria like the rest of us?

#if you took a swab of his mouth would it just not grow anything?

#he clearly doesn’t have an immune system right? is he just invulnerable to bacteria and viruses

#like they can’t grow on him?  #does he have lungs?  #I feel like he would

#but like it’s just moving air for him #there’s no pulmonary artery or exchange of gases?

#wait does this mean Shazam can indefinitely hold his breath underwater?

#and like he can never use the I need to use the bathroom excuse right

#he’ll say that and Superman will be all ‘you don’t have any kidneys’ ‘Oh my gosh you don’t have any kidneys!’#I have so many questions and none of them make sense

 @penny-anna

#im into the 'captain marvel looks like everyone's dad' hc #imagine the cognitive dissonance of getting intense dad vibes from cap while also knowing he's like 12

  @robbed-ghost

#I like 2 believe Constantine and zatanna are his magical babysitters constantly keeping up with spells that will make him seem less uncanny

#Billy failed biology au #writing inspo #oh MAN the body horror fics I could write of this

#him looking like everyone’s dad and having maximum charisma but no one wants to date him is the best

 @ichbineinlesbisch

#a bunch of Actual Adults in the league: Shazam you kind of remind me of my dad :')

#Billy; A Child: uh

 @redrobin-detective

#yessss#love the dad thing#marvel looks like family in the weirdest way even if no features align#people will be like oh yeah he’s handsome#but like in the way your dad or brother looks good#people want to simp him but it feels wrong#the dichotomy of feeling warm and safe and like family while also toeing the edge of uncanny valley is great#like this dude is in no way a human person but he still reminds me of my younger brother

  @bilbosama

#dc comics#shazam#body horror#would some of this leak onto billy too#like you look at him and you see A Child#like he is very Child Shaped and there's something off about that but you're not sure what#nobody knows who or what billy/captain marvel is but they sure know billy/captain marvel

 @who-hasnt-died

#billy doent know anyhting about anatomy he dropped out in like 4th grade

 @notthewriteryourelookingfor

#wheres ur blood?#yes i have blood#but where is it?#.... have u met my tiger?

 @megamindsupremacy

#billy is just a Little Too Perfect#but not in an unnerving way like Superman sometimes is#he’s just Built Different (good)

  @foiblepnoteworthy

#billy w no organs be like: *gets poisoned and doesn't get affected until someone tells him hes been poisoned*#*at which point the effects become like way more severe than the poison would be*#billy: tocix gas! ahh!#*pauses to see how the others react before he does anything*

 @apollo18

#Superman has this very one person game that’s just called ‘what internal organs and bones does Capt Marvel have today?’

#he used his x ray vision and just like… watches cap’s organs float around like a lava lamp

#it’s morbidly facinating and he has no idea how to tell Marvel he knows he’s probably not human bc he likes watching his bones change shape

 @tryingahandinholdingapen

#pokes Shazam with a stick#Shazam: oww!#‘how can that hurt you don’t have NERVES!’#also you’re invulnerable?#Shazam: oh yeah I forgot#I want to study him as a concept so much#has he been colonized by bacteria like the rest of us?#if you took a swab of his mouth would it just not grow anything?#he clearly doesn’t have an immune system right? is he just invulnerable to bacteria and viruses#like they can’t grow on him?#does he have lungs?#I feel like he would#but like it’s just moving air for him#there’s no pulmonary artery or exchange of gases?#wait does this mean Shazam can indefinitely hold his breath underwater?#and like he can never use the I need to use the bathroom excuse right#he’ll say that and Superman will be all ‘you don’t have any kidneys’ ‘Oh my gosh you don’t have any kidneys!’#I have so many questions and none of them make sense View post

 @gatorinator

#the league thinks he’s using foreign alien terms cuz this guy clearly isn’t from earth he doesn’t know how to pay taxes#Superman: ‘this villains gonna be a tough one’#Shazam: ‘No cap?’#superman: . . .#batman knows Shazam is a child bc his kids speak exactly the same.

@interests-with-no-outlets

#clark: also why are you missing so many bones????#you only have like 50 excluding your spinal column. how are you walking??#shazam: am.... am i supposed to have more#clark: YES YOUR HANDS LOOK LIKE SQUARES WITH NEEDLES AND YOUR FEET ARE WORSE#BONES DONT DO THAT SHAZAM#shazam:..... oh

 @stackthedeck

#when you're a child your idea of an adult is your dad#and when you're a child your idea of your dad is a ken doll#like yes your father had to at some point but no he didn't#a 12 year old's idea of an adult is a ken doll#wait shazam is literally a kid playing superheroes 

Jumping on the ‘Slightly-off’ Shazam/Captain Marvel bandwagon.

- Captain Marvel never really breathes nor blinks, due to the Stamina of atlas.

- DNA? Shazam’s never heard of him.

- His skin is always room temperature, and feels like touching marble.

- It’s hard to describe his appearance, but people usually say Shazam reminds them of their father -Despite them often having no features in common.

- Looks too perfect. No blemishes on his skin, no scars, not even a hair out of place.

- Supposedly has a talking tiger?

- Based on appearance, at least one of the Leaguers would have a crush on him -but no one does? They can’t really explain it, but wanting to have a relationship with him is just wrong.

[pellucid-constellations]

Hello, everyone!! ♡

In honor of Valentine’s Day, I’m hosting my first writing challenge! I know that this holiday has become a bit commercialized, so I wanted to bring it back to what it’s really supposed to be about—love and all the sweet, little things it emcompasses (even if they are angsty 😉).

For this challenge, I want you to incorporate a love letter into your fic since they are just the epitome of sappiness and affection! But love letters don’t have to always be handwritten and pages long. Text messages, voicemails, a quick note on a napkin, magnets combined on a fridge; anything that can be left behind for someone counts :) 

This writing challenge will open today and close on March 31st! I will be reading and reblogging each fic, and then adding them to a masterlist. 

Below are the rules and some prompts for inspo! I can’t wait to read what everyone comes up with! ♡

How to enter: Send me an ask letting me know that you want to participate, and then tag me in your fic when you post it and use #loveletterswritingchallenge! If I haven’t responded to your post, shoot me a dm, I might’ve missed it! :) 

Who you can write for: Anyone in the mcu, in any AU or in universe! I’ve only written for Steve and Bucky, but I’m open to read for other characters!

What I won’t accept: No dark fics, anything involving minors, incest, rape or noncon/dubcon.

General guidelines: There is no maximum or minimum word count, but if your fic is over 200 words then please use the “read more” function. You don’t have to use a prompt provided, but multiple people can use the same one if they want! If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or a dm :)

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Angst Prompts 

“How much pain do you have to go through before giving up is okay?”

“I’m here. I know that’s not enough, but it’s all I got.”

“They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, but my heart just became numb.”

“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.”

“I wish you would think of me when I wasn’t right in front of you.”

“You looked right at me when you said it. I think you meant every word.”

“I wanted to believe you thought about me.”

“Could you stay a little bit longer?”

“Why didn’t you tell me how bad this was going to hurt?”

Fluff Prompts 

“Believe me, I will never be tired of you.”

“Have I told you I love you today?”

“I’m sitting here, with this stupid pen in my hand, and damn I can’t believe you have me writing right now.”

“Is it fair to say that you read the love letter and that this means ‘yes’?”

“Did you know that I think about you every time the clouds look like that?”

“And I’ve never felt like that before, but something about you makes me want to feel like that.” 

“You’ve used up all of the sugar in my house, did you know that?” 

“This is a formal request for you to give my jacket back. Unless you need it. Then I guess you can keep it. Until next week.” 

“You can tell me anything.” 

Hurt/Comfort Prompts 

“Put your arm around my—or just fall on me, that works too.” 

“You don’t always have to act like you’re so tough, you know.” 

“Can you please come get me?” 

“So I’m leaving you this message in case you need it… you know, all you ever have to do is say the word and I’m there.” 

“Hey, just look at me. Breathe.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Playlist for inspo :)

Tagging a few mutuals, but absolutely no pressure!!

@vanderlustwords @barnesafterglow @chouettedubois @bwhitewolfbarnes @cupidsbarnes @sergeantxrogers @ambrosiase @sweetdreamsbuck @sweetascanbee @foreverindreamlandd @wkemeup @bloomingbucky @aphrogeneias @buckys-left-middle-finger @doll1917 @breadqueen95 @imaginearyparties @buckysbiota​ @samthemarvelfan @nacho-bucky @intrepidacious @lovelybarnes

[randomperson351]

Lifeguard - BH

Summary: Being the only Wheeler child that isn't doing anything, your mother (Mrs Wheeler) asks you to come and get her from the pool, but you leave with something much better.

Inspo: Stranger things s3 ep1

Do not repost or rewrite any of my work. Minors and blank blogs will be blocked.

Masterlist

"Yeah, okay mum I'm leaving now...yeah okay see you soon, bye."

"Oh and Melissa don't forget to bring my purse, I need some money to buy food for when we get home."

"Okay, bye now!" I put the telephone back on the receiver, grabbed her purse and the keys to my car to go and collect my mother from the swimming pool. Mike was out with his group of friends probably doing something he shouldn't be and Nancy was at work with Jonathan so I was on pick up duty.

It wasn't a long drive to the pool, probably 15 minutes maximum which in theory gave her plenty of time to be ready for when I arrive. I really didn't want to have to go inside and be stuck talking to all her stupid friends for another 30 minutes or something, no doubt they'll just talk about some 'hot new lifeguard' that apparently works there. I mean seriously they are all old enough to be this guys mother by the sound of it and they still thirst after him some ditzy teenagers, it was ridiculous!

I pulled into the car park and took a deep breath before entering the gates to the pool and I immediately spotted my mum and her gal pals all sprawled out on their sunbeds.

Here goes nothing, I thought.

"Oh hi honey, I'm almost ready could you just grab my towel and shoes from over there? I'll be out of the changing rooms in a few minutes." She asked me before I could even put my bag down.

"Sure." I replied, wandering to the other side of the pool and getting her shoes.

Where the fuck is her towel? I looked around and couldn't see it anywhere and started panicking slightly.

"Looking for something?" A deep voice said behind me, the same unmistakable voice of popular boy Billy Hargrove who had my mother's towel in his hand as he walked towards me.

"Actually yes, thank you." I said as I took the towel from his hand, hoping to end the conversation there.

"I thought you didn't swim?" He pondered looking at me, clearly not finished with what he was going to say.

"I can, I just choose not to." I told him, packing her towel and shoes away in my bag.

"How come?"

I finally looked up to him; his head was tilted down and to the left slightly as he watched me with his entrancing blue eyes, calculating all my subtle reactions.

"You work here Hargrove, can you not see how goddamn busy this place gets? There's kids everywhere to dodge the whole time I'm in the water, people have got beach balls they're throwing around and there is no room left to just swim." I answered him, keeping eye contact as I felt compelled to explain myself to him.

"So you like it private then?" He questioned me, lifting a piece of chewing gum to his lips before he actually began to chew it.

"Yeah, I guess I do. I'll see you around Billy." I said trying to move around him but he didn't budge, and neither did the smirk on his face.

"You know, I could teach you if you like?"

The breath went out of me as I composed myself, "What?"

"Well, you see, I know all the styles," he began, lowering his voice as he listed each one off, "freestyle, butterfly, breaststroke."

"Okay, no. First of all, I'm not allowed; the house is like a goddamn fortress at the moment-"

"Not allowed to what, have fun?" He quizzed me with a small shake of his head and an innocent look on his face.

"Second of all," I continued like I didn't hear him, "I don't think I need any swimming lessons, thanks though." I finished.

"Oh you see, I think you do. I just don't think you've had the right teacher; come to think of it, there is a good pool out at Motel 6 on Cornwallis. Very quiet, you know, very private. Shall we say tonight, eight o'clock?" Billy lowered his head down to mine even more and spoke softly so that no one could hear him.

I stood closer to him and kept eye contact as I replied, "If you think you're going to entice me to have sex with you through swimming metaphors-"

"Melissa come on, let's go home!" My mother called from outside the changing rooms, but neither me or Billy looked away from each other.

"You would be absolutely right I'll be there at 7:30 no earlier no later, coming!" I rushed out so she wouldn't suspect anything.

"See you there." He whispered.

I walked out from behind him and speed walked over to meet her at the changing room exit so I could avoid as many questions from her as possible.

"Have a nice day Miss and Mrs wheeler!" Billy waved at us as we left.

"Thank you." She replied in a horribly suggestive way causing me to gag and shoo her out the exit; feeling someone looking at me, I looked back to see Billy, who gave me a wink before I left to follow my mum back to my car.

"What was that about?" She asked me as soon as we were sat in the car.

"What was what about?" I replied, giving her her purse she asked for on the phone to try and distract her from the situation.

"You and Billy Hargrove, the young, attractive, muscular new lifeguard." She explained practically drooling over the thought of him.

"Oh, me and Billy, right, yeah we go to the same school." I told her starting up the car.

"What?" Her being genuinely confused this time.

"Same English class, we were just talking about what we were doing for the project we've been assigned. All harmless." I finished softly with an innocent smile.

"I know honey, I trust you. So, where can we get some food from, I'm starving!" She exclaimed.

Me too ma, but I'm not hungry for food.